Artist: Slug & MURS Album: Felt 3: A Tribute to Rosie Perez Song: Paul Reubens Typed by: kill4747@hotmail.com [MURS] I run-run rappers right outta the game Bench em, sit em down in the Hall of Shame Young-somethin', lil' bitch, all in the names I used to keep it quiet cause hatin is so lame but every now and then you gotta state the facts Like 98-percent of these dudes is straight wack They got me up in center space and I'm dancin' to techno Bumpin' indie rock then mock-electro [Chorus 2x: MURS] + (Slug) I got a brand new car, full tank of gas (I got a big mission, and it's made of glass) My momma always told me "Better make that cash!" (So that's what I do, while I wait to crash) [Slug] (Wait) Wait, yeah, I heard you caught a couple of breaks You still a sucka tryin' to catch airwaves Catch a fall down a staircase, take it Another unmarked grave under the basement Up on the stage it's like somethin' to taste, it's like Runnin' the place, it's like punchin' ya face, it's like Don't attempt to follow nothin' to chase Or ya might see the bottom of one of those lakes (Splash!) [MURS] Fakes, frauds and phonies, are we like the only muthafuckas in this game who ain't corny? "My Little Pony"-ass rappers wit a stylist Tryin' to be "Rainbow Bright," on some fly shit Strawberry Shortcake, doin' too much They focus on the fashion, the music sucks You look like a pinche pinata, pendejo Make like a carpet, roll up or lay low [Chorus 2x: MURS] + (Slug) I got a brand new car, full tank of gas (I got a big mission, and it's made of glass) My momma always told me "Better make that cash!" (So that's what I do, while I wait to crash) [MURS] I used to drink 40's on the porch all the time Now I'm gettin' older and I'm sippin' that wine Pinot, no fuckin' Merlot I used to pack a pocket knife inside my yellow Jaboes Got stabbed in third grade by the swings Since then I keep a switchblade inside my jeans Fuck wit' me and I'll cut ya, straight King Tut ya Wrap you up in bandages, muthafucka [Slug] Set the monster free, they never used to talk to me Mow they holler at me constantly Well, hop on these, take the properties and multiply that shit by the power of three Didn't you know? We still in control It's Felt, muthafucka, all systems go You've been to my show, it's like a mistletoe So hold the bottle and play spin the globe [Chorus 2x: MURS] + (Slug) I got a brand new car, full tank of gas (I got a big mission, and it's made of glass) My momma always told me "Better make that cash!" (So that's what I do, while I wait to crash) [Slug] Huh, I guess the moral is stick a fork in it We got more to give, you're fortunate You fuckin' with the Legend and these members of The Orphanage Organisms that were born for this First, we make the people feel quite right Then I'm workin' on the sequel to "Zeitgeist" So push up the light, peace, nighty-night Stay tuned, Felt number four, "Tribute to Heidi Fleiss."