Marshall, sounds like an SOS...

Holy wack, unlyrical lyrics Andre, you're fuckin'
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...

Chorus

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 shit down on these clowns,
can I get a witness, {hell yeah}, 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 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
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/aYSeverybody 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...

Chorus

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 shit 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 fuckin around round
here, yo' Dre, what up, can I get a hell, hell
yeah, now...

Chorus

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, ha...