Lol. I remember when Eminem was in that little car crash. What I wouldn't give to have Eminem rear-end me.
Anyways, Marshall gets up around 7am. He grooms himself appropriately, makes breakfast, and then takes his girls to school. He then hits the beat laboratory for the entire day, while occasionally watching Sportscenter. At night, he lays his sweet little head down on a pillow made from the feathers of Victoria's Secret angels, and falls to sleep to a recording of Hailie singing like her voice is a combination of Fergie and Jesus. Quite simple, really.
Sure, there will be a few cans of Sugar-Free Red Bull lying around and an almond trail that leads to his studio, but hey, he can afford the finer things in life. And I'm sure there will be the occasional chit chat in the hallway with one of his servants.
And let's not even get into his most surely envious porn collection. I bet it has its own wing. Other than that, I'm sure he at least surfs the web sometimes. Especially being a hermit. He has to have figured out how to use a computer by now.