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conversations.value: Write me a song called Marsh with the following description: On “Marsh,” Eminem compares himself to aliens and uses the hyperbole of being a martian to express that he’s figuratively out of this world. Em further backs up his claim by rapping three witty verses to prove his point.
  Although mentioning that he has no interest in beefing with any more artists, Em does take the opportunity to imitate modern-day rappers, especially Travis Scott, by using auto-tuned ad-libs in the chorus, including Scott’s signature “It’s Lit!” ad-lib. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro]
  My name is Marsh and this world, I'm out of it (Out of it)
  'Cause with all this A-B-C shit, I'm starting to sound like ALF a bit
  Ha, I kill me,
   
  this medicine's counterfeit
  I was mislead by the sound of it, how am I gonna get turnt up on this Valium shit? (Yeah)
  [Verse 1]
  Checked in at the Royal Garden
  To chill and avoid my problems
  Until paranoia caused me
  To feel like I'm going bonkers
  For real, think my toilet's talkin'
  I spilled like, like forty bottles
  Of pills, think your boy is startin'
  To feel like a spoiled carton of milk
  'Cause it just occurred
  My girl's cheatin', I'm kickin' that fucking bitch to the curb
  But the word "fucking" ain't meant to be a descriptive word
  The type of bitch she is, ain't no adjective, it's a verb
  Ho thinks her snatch is magical
  But that's how she attracts men, though
  Traps 'em and attack similar to an actual arachnid
  Or a vaginal tarantula or black widow
  In fact, it'll be nothin' to throw that lil' bitch with a capital B out the back window
  Of the black Cadillac limo like a whack demo
  When I'm strapped, when I spit rapid, like a ratchet
  A halfwit, 
  I'll aim at, then I'll
  Been fire bitch, I can outrap Reynolds
  A pad and pen'll be great, but a napkin'll do
  Return of the whack sicko
  Head spinnin' like Invisibl Skratch Piklz
  Yeah, Shady's back, see the bat signal
  It's time to go bat shit, like you accidentally ate a Louisville slugger and crapped it
  I'd like to introduce myself
  Hi there, bitch... [Chorus]
  My name is Marsh and, I'm out this world (This world)
  S on my chest (Superman) like it's plural
   (It's lit)
  Call me extra, extraterrestrial
  Extra, extra, extraterrestrial (Skrrt, yeah)
  [Verse 2]
  I could keep beefin', fuck is the point?
  I could make it really difficult for motherfuckers to come to Detroit
  If you're still looking for smoke, I already gave you an L
  I'd rather just see you in Hell, but I should get Puff on the joint (Diddy)
  Wait, run it back, I said give you an L, inhale
  Puff on the joint, I am the blunt you avoid
  Used to get jumped for my ProWings
  When I was growing up they said a Slinky's a wonderful toy
  My mother thought I was such a fun little boy
  "Oh, what a bundle of joy"
  Until the morning she suffered a punch in the groin
  From a tantrum I was throwing
  Like a motherfuckin' disgruntled employee
  I don't cut the beat 'til I fuckin' destroy it
  Once I get going, rain, thunder, it's storming
  Puddles are forming,
   I hear somebody's voice
  In my head, say it's still a dream
  Then he said kill emcees
  Trippie Redd, with pills and lean
  Sipping meds in the limousine
  Getting head, guillotine [Chorus]
  My name’s Marsh and, I'm out this world (This world)
  S on my chest (Superman) like it's plural (It's lit)
  Call me extra, extraterrestrial (Yeah)
  Extra, extra, extraterrestrial
  [Verse 3]
  Yeah
  So all of y'all can just suck a penis (Suck a penis)
  I'll do the opposite (I'll do the opposite)
  Eat you pussies like cunnilingus (Like cunnilingus)
  There ain't no stoppin' it (There ain't no stoppin' it)
  They say I'm such a genius (They say I'm such a genius)
  When that 
  Kamikaze
   hit (When that 
  Kamikaze
   hit)
  Now they call me "butterfingers" (They call me "butterfingers")
  'Cause I just keep droppin' shit (I just keep droppin' shit)
  You wanna butt heads? Shut up, Beavis, haha
  I got your bitch with her butt out
  I'm hittin' a lick 'cause she stickin' her tongue out (Bitch)
  You got no hitters, you might be pitchin' a shut out
  She 'bout to give up the dugout (Yeah)
  I should just live in a nuthouse
  Right now, I live in an igloo (Yeah)
  And I'm not chillin' the fuck out
  Treat you like a stepparent, does to a stepchild with red hair and
  Plus I get dough like Ed Sheeran, so call me the ginger bread man
  I'm a stan of Redman, X-Clan and I'm a Treach fan
  But I look up to myself (Yeah)
  Like a fucking headstand (Yeah)
  So why, w-w-w-why else would I call myself an alien?
  How could I hit a dry spell? (Yeah), I'm named after the wetlands [Chorus]
  I'm Marsh and, I'm out this world (This world)
  S on my chest (Superman) like it's plural (It's lit)
  Call me extra, extraterrestrial (Yeah)
  My name is Marsh and, my name is, my name is
  My name is Marsh