Bill Murray's Prayer

[Intro] [Verse 1] I'm no hustler I only know about coffee grinds That said, I guess I'll rest when it's coffin time My crew gets excited over Jack's frozen pizzas And two or more beautiful hopeless [posing] señoritas Surprised, like when Bane broke the Batman's back Your grandpappy's like "hot damn dude that boy can rap" In defence of the OGs, you spell Milo M-I-L-O please Here's to hoping Jay Electronica will hurry I'll drop this tape and give a quick prayer to Bill Murray If I am what I become then I guess I always was Stuck in sixth grade worrying about my peach fuzz I don't know a lot of rappers who can write bars in Latin Or recite from memory Kant's deontological maxims Which is why they can't fuck with me Or much less even keep up with me [Hook] Is it possible I'm groping for something that doesn't exist Or did but has since slipped into the abyss? [Verse 2] This boasting is a quirky coping mechanism To deal with bloggers who clearly have no intent to listen I had a dream I took a shower in pre-paid gift cards That reverie couldn't even begin to make my dick hard Your favourite songwriter equates prowess to athleticism But why is it man lives a life of total asceticism? Rap seems like the ideal genre for that For comfort I need a bag of rice some booms and a bap Go ahead my mans, you can ask about me Third best mage dualist on Lake Superior, I say that proudly I've never been ashamed of the nerdy dude I am But I've stumbled upon Michael Cera's nerdsploitation plans So if you've ever been shoved in a trash can, then stand up If that pretty girl didn't like your band, then stand up If you're an all-star mathlete, then stand up If you got a haircut from flock of seagulls then we all peoples [Hook]