Marshall, sounds like an SOS...

Holy wack, unlyrical lyrics Andre, you're 
f**kin' right...

To the rapmobile, let's go...

{Marshall, 
Marshall}, bitches and gentlemen, it's showtime, hurry hurry, step right 
up,
introducing the star of our show, his name is, {Marshall}, you wouldn't 
want to be anywhere else
in the world right now, so without further ado, I 
bring to you, {Marshall}

You 'bout to witness hip-hop in it's most 
purest, more rawest form, flow almost flawless, most
hardest, most honest 
known artist, chip off the old block, but ol' Doc is, {back}, looks 
like
Batman brought his own Robin, oh God, Sadam's got his own Laden, with 
his own private plane, his
own pilot, set to blow college dorm rooms doors 
off the hinges, oranges, peach, pears, plums,
syringes, {vnn vnn}, yeah here 
I come, i'm inches, away from you, dear fear none, hip-hop is in
a state of 
911, so...

* Let's get down to business, I don't got no time to play 
around, what is this, must be a circus
in town, let's shut the s**t down on 
these clowns, can I get a witness, hell yeah

[Repeat *]

Quick 
gotta move fast, gotta perform miracles, gee willikers Dre, holy bat syllables, 
look at
all the bulls**t 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 s**t, 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...

[Repeat * , *]

It's 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 emcee who 
breathes so freely, ease over these beat's and be so
breezy, Jesus how can 
s**t be so easy, how can one Chandra be so Levy, turn on these beats,
emcee'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 f**kin around round here, yo' Dre,
what up, can I get a hell, hell 
yeah, now...

[Repeat * , *]

So there you have it folks, 
{Marshall}, has come to save the day, back with his friend Andre,
and to 
remind you that bulls**t 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, ha...