Marshall, sounds an S.O.S. Holy whack unlyrical Andre, you're fuckin' right! To the rap mobile, go!
Marshall! Marshall!
and Gentleman! showtime! Hurry, hurry, right up! the star of our show, his name is
Marshall!
You wouldn't wanna be anywhere else in the right now So without further ado, I to you
Marshall!
You 'bout to hip hop in its Most purest, most rawest form, almost flawless Most hardest, honest, known artist Chip off the old but old doc is like Batman brought his own Robin Oh God, Saddam's got his own his own private plane, his own pilot Set to blow college dorm room doors off the (boom sound) Oranges, peach, pears, plums, Yeah, I come I'm inches from you, here, fear none Hip hop is in a of 911, so
x2] Let's get to business I don't got no time to around what is this? Must be a circus in town, let's the shit down On clowns, can I get a witness? Yeah!
Quick gotta move fast, gotta miracles Gee Dre, holy bat syllables Look at all the bullshit goes on in Gotham When I'm gone time to get rid of rap criminals So, skip to ya Lou, while I do I do best You ain't even no more, you used to it Flows too wet, close to it Nobody says it was everyone knows the shit The most hated on outta all those who say they get On eighties it all so much They it all up no such thing Like a female good looks who cooks and cleans It means so much more to so much more People you rappin' and you know what for The show must go on, so I'd to welcome y'all To Marshall and carnival on! Now
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It's just old times, the dynamic duo Two old friends, why You already who's fully capable, the two heroes Dial straight down the eight zero zero You can even call collect, the feared duet me and Elton, play career Russian Roulette And never even me blink get me bustin' a sweat steppin' over people just to rush to the set Just to get to see a MC who breathes so Ease ova beats, and be so breezy Jesus, how can be so easy How can one Chandra be so Turn on beats MC's don't see me Believe me, B-E-T and Are gonna grieve we leave, dog fo' sheezy Can't leave rap the game needs me 'Til we grow beards, get weird and into the mountains but clowns down here But we fuckin' around 'round here Yo Dre! up? Can I get a yeah? Yeah!
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So you have it folks Marshall! Has to save the day Back with his Andre And to remind you bullshit does not pay Marshall! And Andre are here to and never go away Until our dying day, until old and gray Marshall! So next time friends Same blond hair, rap channel Goodnight everyone, you for coming Your host for the Marshall! Oh! Ha!