MURS, you should go get us some food

Alright, this is the best I can do. . . what do you want?

Aesop's getting hungry

Well what do you want?

What's on your mind, Big MURS?

The end of the world with a wife at home I pretend is my girl

Did you take your meds today?

20 milligrams worth, but I'm still so amped I can kill a damn verse

What's on your mind Aes Rock?

The roaches in the kitchen that I scream on

Everyday but for some reason they don't listen

Did you take your meds today?

Yeah, 20 milligrams worth, but I'm feeling so amped I can kill a damn verse

I was cooling at the park with a couple of other Jukies

An animated glitch suspended like milk money bullies

I calculate my comfort zone by how baggy the hoodie

I calibrate pyrotechnics on how crappy the jewelry

(I keep it Dirty) Like What?

My vibes on that old "Ha ha ha Stick 'Em"

Like a 1950-something wire hanger abortion victim

99 bottles of happy pills on the wall

Take 'em down, pass 'em around before me and MURS eat 'em all

I was cooling at the park with a couple of other Jukies

We were paused taking on all comers like some bookies

Rookies running up with their run-of-the-mill raps

Crashed, hit 'em all up with hundreds of ill slaps