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Between Villains

Captain Murphy

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17.08.2013

45

Rap

Tekst piosenki
[Verse 1: Viktor Vaughn] Vik, the wild islander, bringing out the child in ya Singing out the silencer with more violence than "Heil Hitler" He get some looks, some bullshit roll-over, a dusty pullover and a Pulitzer A must we bust your crusty subwoofer system Foes is just bluffin', clear your nose from huff-puffin' A glutton for bludgeoning blood gushin', here you go, stud muffin It’s nothin', get it on the get-by Bet it on a dead guy, jet it on the red eye Too many make mistake fillers, not enough live wires Too many fake killers, and jive sires Dropped these bombs on a critic from a grass knoll Everybody got one, your mom's is a asshole S.O.B. and smug to the utmost Cut it close and catch a slug to the gut Mos, word to Thutmose What's worse, clutch your purse close, lady We get more cheese bread for the baby, toast to Grady, one-eighty [Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt] I'm in the cut looking for some puss to pick apart Dirty like us riding in the whip that really isn't ours Storming out the door, don't press record, I hate my fucking voice Trying to kill that noise, performing fill that void slightly I'm swimming in water that's been dicy Since landing And I'm owing these niggas nothing like all that I've been handed For free Don't pan your cameras to me Ho, don't command me to speak Got these little niggas swinging from the banister, on fax in his pajamas walking slow because the camels keep his stamina weak And you could catch him like some halibut after a bad accident Trying to get jaw-jacked right where the catheter peeks out Villain, Earl, and Captain in command of your street now Rapping good as motherfucking janitors sweep now Getting business handled, get the cannabis cheap now It's a bunch of nuggets on him like it's sand on a beach towel [Verse 3: Captain Murphy] Captain's back (Yay!) So go on put your mic away (Where?) Inside a microwave (Oh) When I die, I bet you Mike'll wave (hee-hee) We blowing bubbles at the pearly gates Took a selfie with the king but only see my face I’m writing darker pieces in my thesis I’m hiding in the park with all your nieces trading head for Reese's Pieces Interject in niggas' verses with this book of witches' curses I cast a spell upon your bitches, but my thirst is for the hearses I’m spilling out my innards to these n-words, journey inwards Caught her quarter past the moment, got a cord of past opponents In a fragment of a moment, man I killed that rap then owned it Hope to overtake the planet, with my banana in a hammock Bitch manic parents panic, I’m a mechanic with these patterns Propagandic with that chatter, matter of fact the Madder Hatter Never mind the hammer, manners out the window Pump crescendo, puff the endo, I’m Lou Ferrigno, just pretendo Don’t ask him where the pen go cause the pencil got me paper paid And paydirt made them paint her With the mask and faded sweatshirt, nothing lesser Bet you’ll never ever guess what I left under the dresser Hid a message in the 808 to pester all the Heshers
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