[Aesop MURS, you should go get us some
Alright, this is the I can do. . . what do you want?
Rock] Aesop's hungry
Well what do you
[Aesop on your mind, Big MURS?
Shit, the end of the world with a wife at I pretend is my girl
[Aesop Did you take your today?
20 milligrams worth, but I'm still so amped I can a damn verse What's on your Aes Rock?
[Aesop Shit, the roaches in the that I scream on everyday but for some reason they don't
Did you take your today?
Rock] Yeah, 20 milligrams worth, but I'm so amped I can kill a damn verse
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[Aesop I was cooling at the with a couple of other Jukies An animated suspended like milk money bullies I calculate my comfort zone by how baggy the I calibrate pyrotechnics on how the jewelry (I keep it Dirty) Like My vibes on that old "Ha ha ha Stick 'Em" Like a 1950-something hanger abortion victim 99 bottles of happy pills on the 'em down, pass 'em around before me and MURS eat 'em all
I was cooling at the park with a couple of Jukies We were paused taking on all comers like bookies Rookies running up with their run-of-the-mill Crashed, hit 'em all up hundreds of ill slaps The Backslap just happens to be my favorite You take it from your shoulder then you 'em to the pavement We don't take shit but we take our And we bust raps back to Prozac Nation
I wanna go home, I to take my happy pills again I wanna go home, I to take my happy pills again I gotta go home, I need to take my happy again I wanna go home, I need to take my happy again
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[Aesop Blockhead, beat sounds like the theme song to the Huston 500 Fuck-Fest Get laughed at like dude last in line tryin' to that's suspect Who's ante's up next? Duck I'm buckin' with bonsai big pimpin' With less money and women, money that's Now it's Golden Eye with rifles in the temple Holding my bludgeoned-to-deranged cups, my triple doors a little wrong tough, it's the right stuff or the wrong stuff Wrong lyrically I'm not stuff clutch the mic because you suck
This does sound like the beat from a porno we get up off the stage go and warn those chicks That we're comin' with oven-fresh DiGiorno Dick I wanna you up, then fill you up Bang dick into your stomach until you reveal your lunch Shove my 8 into your face and make you taste cunt Nah, not really, 'cause my girl would surely me I only rest my cock my XBOX enthrills me
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[Aesop is my pharmacist cupboards full of Klonopin I'm a serotonin re-uptake inhibitor, bronze US See me in cashing in on that See You in Hell thing Decompose like Dorothy water bucket clutch which smelting And I seldom seen these weeks without the crust Settle uncivil circuits make the cut I'll tell you what, freak the fuck out if someone doesn't let me use phone Yo, I gotta go home
Aes is my pharmacist, he doesn't own a farm But he owns a gang of pills that'll help and me calm If you're this too serious I'm just gonna bomb I'm just screwing with your head like to do em out brain Surgery inside a shed, I take the same As Mike Tyson, my life is rollin' out of control Don't need a license to myself crazy me on his next album as long as Aesop pays me
Go to sleep, go to bed Go to sleep, go to bed Go to sleep, yo ass to bed Moherfucker go to sleep
Def Jux! Motherfucker,