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Dre: Marshall...sounds like an S.O.S
Eminem: Holy wack, unlyrical lyrics Andre, you're fuckin' right
Dre: To the rapmobile...Let's go
Eminem: Bitches and gentlemen, It's showtime! Hurry hurry, step right up /
Introducing the star of our show…his name is...
Eminem: You wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world right now / So
without further ado, I bring to you
You bout to witness hip hop in its most purest, more rawest form, flow almost
flawless/most hardest, most honest known artist, chip off the old block, but
good old Doc is BACK/Looks like Batman brought his own Robin. Oh god, Sadam's
got his own Laden/ wit' his own private plane, his own pilot, set to blow
college dorm rooms doors off the hinges/oranges, peach, pears, plums syringes.
Vnnnn vnnnn, yeah here I come, I'm inches/ away from you, dear fear none, hip
hop is in a state of nine-one-one so...
Lets get down to business. I don't got no time to play around what is this/Must
be a circus in town, lets shut the shit down on these clowns. Can I get a
witness? HELL YEAH!
Quick gotta move fast, gotta perform miracles. Gee willikers, Dre, holy bat
syllables/look at all the bullshit that goes on in Gotham when I'm gone. Time to
get rid of these rap criminals/So skip to your lou while I do what I do best.
You ain't even impressed no more, you're used to it/Flows too wet, nobody close
to it, nobody says it, but still everybody knows the shit/ the most hated on out
of all those who say they get hated on in eighty songs and exaggerate it all/ So
much, they make it all up, there's no such thing, like a female with good looks
, who cooks and cleans/it just means so much more to so much more people when
you're rappin' and you know what for/the show must go on. So I'd like to welcome
y'all to Marshall and Andre's carnival, C'mon! Now...
Its just like old times, the dynamic duo, two old friends, why panic, you
already know who's fully capable, the two capped heroes, dial straight down the
center eight-zero-zero/you can even call collect, the most feared duet, since me
and Elton played career Russian Roulette/and never even see me blink or get to
bustin' a sweat, people steppin' over people just to rush to the set/just to get
to see an MC who breathes so freely, ease over these beats and be so
breezy/Jesus how can shit be so easy, how can one Chandra be so Levy?/ Turn on
these beats, MC's don't see me. Believe me BET and MTV are gonna grieve/when we
leave, dog, fo' sheezy. Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me/ Till we grow
beards, get weird, and disappear into the mountains. Nothin' but clowns down
here/but we ain't fuckin around round here, yo Dre. . . What up? Can I get a
Hell? Hell Yeah!/ Now...
Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Marshall! / Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Marshall!
So there you have it folks, Marshall has come to save the day/Back with his
friend Andre, and to remind you that bullshit does not pay/ Because Marshall!
And Andre are here to stay and never go away until our dying day until we're old
and grey/ Marshall! So until next time friends, same blonde hair, same rap
channel, Good night everyone, Thank you for coming/Your host for the evening. .
. Marshall! Oh...
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