[Aesop Rock]
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MURS, you should go get us some food...Alright, this is the best I can do. . .
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[MURS]
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what do you want?
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[Aesop Rock]
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Aesop's getting hungry
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[MURS]
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Well what do you want?
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[Aesop Rock]
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What's on your mind, Big MURS?
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[MURS]
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Shit, the end of the world with a wife at home I pretend is my girl
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[Aesop Rock]
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Did you take your meds today?
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[MURS]
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20 milligrams worth, but I'm still so amped I can kill a damn verse
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What's on your mind Aes Rock?
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[Aesop Rock]
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Shit, the roaches in the kitchen that I scream on
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everyday but for some reason they don't listen
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[MURS]
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Did you take your meds today?
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[Aesop Rock]
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Yeah, 20 milligrams worth, but I'm feeling so amped I can kill a damn verse
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[Verse 1]
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[Aesop Rock]
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I was cooling at the park with a couple of other Jukies
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An animated glitch suspended like milk money bullies
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I calculate my comfort zone by how baggy the hoodie
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I calibrate pyrotechnics on how crappy the jewelry
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(I keep it Dirty) Like What? My vibes on that old "Ha ha ha Stick 'Em"
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Like a 1950-something wire hanger abortion victim
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99 bottles of happy pills on the wall
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Take 'em down, pass 'em around before me and MURS eat 'em all
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[MURS]
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I was cooling at the park with a couple of other Jukies
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We were paused taking on all comers like some bookies
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Rookies running up with their run-of-the-mill raps
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Crashed, hit 'em all up with hundreds of ill slaps
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The Harlem Backslap just happens to be my favorite
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You take it from your shoulder then you take 'em to the pavement
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We don't take shit but we take our medication
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And we bust them raps back to Prozac Nation
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[Chorus]
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I wanna go home, I need to take my happy pills again
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I wanna go home, I need to take my happy pills again
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I gotta go home, I need to take my happy pills again
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I wanna go home, I need to take my happy pills again
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[Verse 2]
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[Aesop Rock]
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Blockhead, this beat sounds like the theme song to the
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Huston 500 Marathon Fuck-Fest
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Get laughed at like dude last in line tryin' to fuck that's suspect
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Who's ante's up next? Duck I'm buckin' with bonsai column big pimpin'
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With less money and women, money that's livin
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Now it's Golden Eye with sniper rifles in the temple
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Holding my bludgeoned-to-deranged cups, my triple doors tucked
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Flip a little wrong tough, it's the right stuff or the wrong stuff
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Wrong lyrically I'm not stuff clutch upon the mic because you suck
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[MURS]
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This does sound like the beat from a porno flick
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Before we get up off the stage go and warn those chicks
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That we're comin' with that oven-fresh DiGiorno Dick
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I wanna feel you up, then fill you up
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Bang this dick into your stomach until you reveal your lunch
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Shove my 8 into your face and make you taste your cunt
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Nah, not really, 'cause my girl would surely kill me
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I only rest my cock when my XBOX enthrills me
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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[Aesop Rock]
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MURS is my pharmacist cupboards full of Klonopin
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I'm a serotonin re-uptake inhibitor, bronze US monument
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See me in hell cashing in on that "See You in health" thing
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Decompose like Dorothy water bucket clutch which people smelting
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And I seldom seen these weeks without the medicated crust
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Settle uncivil circuits that make the cut
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I'll tell you what, I'ma freak the fuck out if someone
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doesn't let me use their phone
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Yo, MURS I gotta go home
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[MURS]
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Aes Rock is my pharmacist, he doesn't own a farm
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But he owns a gang of pills that'll help and keep me calm
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If you're taking this too serious I'm just gonna bomb
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I'm just screwing with your head like Tim Allen doin' brain
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Surgery inside a shed, I take the same meds
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As Iron Mike Tyson, my life is rollin' out of control
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Don't need a license to drive myself crazy
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Catch me on his next album as long as Aesop pays me
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[Chorus]
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Go to sleep, go to bed
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Go to sleep, go to bed
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Go to sleep, take yo ass to bed
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Motherfucker better go to sleep
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Def Jux!
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Motherfucker, what?
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Happy Pillz (featuring Aesop Rock)
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