MURS - Funeral feat. Slug & CES Cru

Funeral feat. Slug & CES Cru by MURS Song lyrics


Do me a favor,
Get your weight up, felt in your city
We don't need any help
Do me a favor
Run that, Ces, Murs, strange
We wrote the book for you young macs
Harding me Barbie
Get your weight up
While I'm saying strange, ain't shit funny
Do me a favor, run that
Run that, Ces, Murs
We wrote the book for you young macs

Rhyme sayers, minors to the majors
Stump around a bird cage full of papers
Point lasers at the neighbors
Ever since the clock got punched on my first day of labor
Ain't no shame and my game swayder
Spectator on the side, catch a mouth full of flavor
Wasted, tryina walk a line like a quarter
Fuck the pop, we blow trough, we the mayor
Do me a favor, raise up a wave from a space up my face
I can pie a different acter
Leak like a strainer, poisoned by the waiter
Drown in the dirt, either fuck for a chaser
Pardon me Barbie, this ain't a party for your Kramer
A marking me a maker if I spark up the anger
Mini-apple plain, twin city rap sanger
And I'm down with the strange cause I ain't no stranger

Do me a favor
Get your weight up, felt in your city
We don't need any help
Do me a favor
Run that, Ces, Murs, strange
We wrote the book for you young macs

We get the place jumping
They ask you either say something
Spatting it got nothing but flames from him
I raised up in the race, stuck in a state of perpetual bust and hate
Off of puffing that tink
A runaway train offer the track, rocket attack
Road side bomb, blast, y'all talking it back, what?
The bizzy black coffin and shut
Human assassin, sarcophagus in a tomb, dude to get wrapped on
I'm doing the max trap rose, grooving the black mud
Rap guns, I hold 2
Moving I clap one, flows closed captions
My text on the screen
Everything sess, doing say effect in the scene
I'm reppin with Dean, kill a city record machine
116 pounds and a recksit to me
So get your weight up, I'm in the ring with hands taped up
Shadow boxing until clear channel mandates us

Pardon me Barbie
Get your weight up,
Rhyme saying strange, ain't shit funny
Do me a favor
Run that, Ces, Murs, strange
We wrote the book for you young macs

Counting on it, counting on chips, cash out, hear the stick
A couple of real chicks pass out
I ain't in it to win it, lose it, we don't need any help
We get mersh, you bit on this slug until it's felt
Pray they melt, in the fire of hell, they might as well
All these students at, more to what they saved by the bell
Said I'm psycho
Made me get cell outside of the jail, yeah I might glow
All because of my gonna spend this jail, new millennium rap
Serving, serving them with the venom
I'm the black mamba, you notice I'm murdering
Venom up in the guts, pussy pardon me for the slaughter
Throw a hex on a bitch
Before I lead her to water, I ought to be
Chained up in the cage, I'm in a rage
Eat a dick bitch, either get notice in the face
Stay wage away
Postal I probably let it straight a day
Rash to the third, power pussy
I gotta play the play

Do me a favor
Get your weight up, felt in your city
We don't need any help
Do me a favor
Run that, Ces, Murs, strange
Got nothing but flames

Rotting this on rascals, storming through your castle
Deadbeat douchebag, certified asshole
Hassle at the door, he put and left me in
So I left and came back with a few more friends
Party crashing, straight through the window
Back in the day that bouncer stole out my Nintendo
Insufficient funds when I printed out my balance
Never sold my soul but I rented out my talents
What about the girls, say something for the girls
Poor chance to press your lips, I would promise you the world
Midtown crook from the half metal brooks
Stole the little lady's heart with just one look
Before we got took we wrote a book for you young macs
Felt in your city, tell your boyfriend to run at
Any up, any up, ain't shit funny
Got a rhyme say it's check and I'm spending strange money

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