Captain Murphy
Текст песни Between Villains

Vic 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
Pull over a dusty pullover and a Pulitzer
A musty busted crusted subwoofer system
Foes is just bluffing
Clear your nose from huff puffin
A glutton for bludgeoning and
Blood gushing here you go stud muffin
It's nothing 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 his bombs on a critic
From a grass knoll
Everybody got one
Your moms is a asshole
SOB and smug to the utmost
Cut it close and catch a slug
To the gut boss word to ...
What's worse clutch your purse close lady
We get more cheese bread
For the baby toast to Grady 1-80

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 dicey since landing
And I'm owing these niggers nothing
Like all that I've been handed for free
Don't pan your cameras to me
Hoe don't command me to speak
Got these little niggers swinging from
The banister on fax in his pajamas
Walking slow because the camels
Keeping 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

Captain's back
So go on put your mic away
Inside a microwave
When I die I bet you Mike will wave
Be 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 niggers 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
Propagandist with that chatter
Matter of fact the Madder Hatter
Never mind the hammer manners out the window
Pump crescendo
Puff the endow
I'm Lou Farrago
Just pretendo
Don't ask him where the pen go
Cause the pencil got me paper paid
And pay dirt made them paint her
With the mask and faded sweatshirt nothing lesser
Bet you'll never ever guess
What I left under the dresser
I hid a message in the 808
To pester all the Hashers