Текст песни MURS f Aesop Rock - Happy Pillz
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[Aesop Rock]MURS, you should go get us some food[MURS]Alright, this is the best I can do. . . what do you want?[Aesop Rock]Aesop`s getting hungry[MURS]Well what do you want?[Aesop Rock]What`s on your mind, Big MURS?[MURS]Shit, the end of the world with a wife at home I pretend is my girl[Aesop Rock]Did you take your meds today?[MURS]20 milligrams worth, but I`m still so amped I can kill a damn verseWhat`s on your mind Aes Rock?[Aesop Rock]Shit, the roaches in the kitchen that I scream oneveryday but for some reason they don`t listen[MURS]Did you take your meds today?[Aesop Rock]Yeah, 20 milligrams worth, but I`m feeling so amped I can kill a damn verse[Verse 1][Aesop Rock]I was cooling at the park with a couple of other JukiesAn animated glitch suspended like milk money bulliesI calculate my comfort zone by how baggy the hoodieI calibrate pyrotechnics on how crappy the jewelry(I keep it Dirty) Like What? My vibes on that old "Ha ha ha Stick `Em"Like a 1950-something wire hanger abortion victim99 bottles of happy pills on the wallTake `em down, pass `em around before me and MURS eat `em all[MURS]I was cooling at the park with a couple of other JukiesWe were paused taking on all comers like some bookiesRookies running up with their run-of-the-mill rapsCrashed, hit `em all up with hundreds of ill slapsThe Harlem Backslap just happens to be my favoriteYou take it from your shoulder then you take `em to the pavementWe don`t take shit but we take our medicationAnd we bust them raps back to Prozac Nation[Chorus]I wanna go home, I need to take my happy pills againI wanna go home, I need to take my happy pills againI gotta go home, I need to take my happy pills againI wanna go home, I need to take my happy pills again[Verse 2][Aesop Rock]Blockhead, this beat sounds like the theme song to theHuston 500 Marathon Fuck-FestGet laughed at like dude last in line tryin` to fuck that`s suspectWho`s ante`s up next? Duck I`m buckin` with bonsai column big pimpin`With less money and women, money that`s slippin`Now it`s Golden Eye with sniper rifles in the templeHolding my bludgeoned-to-deranged cups, my triple doors tuckedFlip a little wrong tough, it`s the right stuff or the wrong stuffWrong lyrically I`m not stuff clutch upon the mic because you suck[MURS]This does sound like the beat from a porno flickBefore we get up off the stage go and warn those chicksThat we`re comin` with that oven-fresh DiGiorno DickI wanna fill you up, then fill you upBang this dick into your stomach until you reveal your lunchShove my 8 into your face and make you taste your cuntNah, not really, `cause my girl would surely kill meI only rest my cock when my XBOX enthrills me[Chorus][Verse 3][Aesop Rock]MURS is my pharmacist cupboards full of Clonepin (sp?)I`ma seratone (sp?) and reuptake enhibitor broth eulessmonumin (sp?)See me in hell cashing in on that See You in Hell thingDecompose like Dorothy water bucket clutch which people smeltingAnd I seldom seen these weeks without the medicated crustSettle uncivil circuits that make the cutI`ll tell you what, I`ma freak the fuck out if someonedoesn`t let me use their phoneYo, MURS I gotta go home[MURS]Aes Rock is my pharmacist, he doesn`t own a farmBut he owns a gang of pills that`ll help and keep me calmIf you`re taking this too serious I`m just gonna bombI`m just screwing with your head like to do em out with brainSurgery inside a shed, I take the same medsAs Iron Mike Tyson, my life is rollin` out of controlDon`t need a license to drive myself crazyCatch me on his next album as long as Aesop pays me[Chorus]Go to sleep, go to bedGo to sleep, go to bedGo to sleep, take yo ass to bedMoherfucker better go to sleepDef Jux!Motherfucker, what?