Where Is Marshall

Lyrics

[Intro] Man, where the fuck Slim Shady at, man? [Chorus] Huh, sixty all pros, that's the aftermath (The aftermath) Off a block of Slim Shady Oh, I got it wrong, nigga, that's a block and a half (Oh, my bad) That's fifty-four zips, baby I got— send them trailer parks, where the fuck is Marshall? (Where the fuck he at?) Bitch, I'm breakin' bad like I'm Heisenberg Take it out the foil, man, that shit look like some marble And all my custos be the whitest nerds When they fire that shit up in the air, it smell awful I swear to God that be the fuckin' worst You ever had some dopе so good, the fiends stalk you? Huh, huh, man, they mad as hеll I ran out of work [Verse 1] Lookin' for that big bird, heard his ass on Sesame I heard you get two birds off one, I need that recipe I just paid fifty for a bird, this nigga taxin' me I brought back a quarter all pros like they tackle me They want six bands for the 'bows, that shit baffle me I ain't never goin' back broke, that shit was bad for me I got all these motherfuckin' chains like they shackle me Have my hitters smoke your whole gang like a grabba leaf [Chorus] Huh, sixty all pros, that's the aftermath Off a block of Slim Shady (Where the fuck he at?) Oh, I got it wrong, nigga, that's a block and a half (That's a block and a half) That's fifty-four zips, baby I got— send them trailer parks, where the fuck is Marshall? (Where the fuck he at?) Bitch, I'm breakin' bad like I'm Heisenberg Take it out the foil, man, that shit look like some marble (Huh, marble) And all my custos be the whitest nerds When they fire that shit up in the air, it smell awful (It smell— ugh) I swear to God that be the fuckin' worst You ever had some dope so good, the fiends stalk you? Huh, huh, man, they mad as hell I ran out of work [Verse 2] Lookin' for them M&M's, huh, yeah, they orange and brown I heard a thousand G7-4s'll get you a hundred thou' Gotta know it ain't about the play, it's 'bout to touch down You gotta know your finger gon' come back when this high come down Boy, you know we workin' from sunup to sundown And I keep some purple in my drank, call it Jordan Downs Put a whole chicken on a plate like it's Kung Pao I got old money in the bank, call it Colin Powell You ever made eleven thousand off of one pound? And I ain't talkin' 'bout exotics, I don't sell no loud I left the paper Merry-Go, it go 'round and 'round If you up and your mans broke, he 'posed to lay you down [Chorus] Huh, sixty all pros, that's the aftermath (That's the aftermath) Off a block of Slim Shady Oh, I got it wrong, nigga, that's a block and a half That's fifty-four zips, baby I got— send them trailer parks, where the fuck is Marshall? (Where the fuck he at?) Bitch, I'm breakin' bad like I'm Heisenberg Take it out the foil, man, that shit look like some marble And all my custos be the whitest nerds When they fire that shit up in the air, it smell awful I swear to God that be the fuckin' worst You ever had some dope so good, the fiends stalk you? Huh, huh, man, they mad as hell I ran out of work