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murs meets len - murs lyrics

[intro]
you are so dead, man
he is* wow
and that’s why he’s my dj
who’s dj?
mine, shut up
be quiet
or get some sugar to your face (haha)
yeah, punk ass
(he’s my dj, he’s my dj)
what are you gonna do?
huh? huh? uh

[verse 1]
on nights like this i write a rhyme that helps to clear my clouded mind
hit mics with such a rush it makes it feel as if i’m out of time
i shouted mine and wasn’t heard
ran in cyphers, and wasn’t served
then i hit the streets with the faction that had passion for this rappin’
got it crackin’ with more action than a dozen verbs
sonnin’ herbs and punkin’ busters
underground, the function hustler
slangin’ this, or bangin’ sh*t
f*ck who you was hangin’ wit’
i’m claimin’ mine, and wavin’ signs, “double*l”, i’m brave with mines
serve yourself, save me time, see, i don’t like you
with my hands around your neck, yo, no tellin’ what i might do
there’s no tellin’ what i might do
[bridge 1]
when the beats range i seek change in deep frames of thought
when i leap lames to speak game your weak frame gets caught
in the traffic of this magic, making classics as i travel
he want static? you can have it, let’s go at it, we can battle

[verse 2]
they call me mister hump your sister, makin’ microphones blister
servin’ heat up with my tongue, but i cooled it ‘fore i kissed her
got her open, i might fist her, but i wish you understand (uhhh)
i warmed her up with my thumb before i gave her my whole hand
like i gave you one bar, to introduce myself as murs
before i finished your career by givin’ you a whole verse
love hurts! that’s what i tell you and i told her
it might be confusing, you’ll understand when you get older
that the trauma builds character, you’ve gotta understand
you need to stop f*ckin’ around and be a man!
yes, a grand is what i need to lay my plays these days
to you rich white kids who approach me at raves (hey, murs, hey, murs!)
you want me to do a verse on your underground tape
but when i ask for some cash (what?), you say that i’m fake (huh)
i’m just tryna make a livin’, look, i’d do it all for free
if i could f*ck your younger sibling* oops * there i go again
man, i’m on my way to h*ll, the devil’s speakin’ through my pen
so please lord jehovah, help me to get over
fantasies of teenage girls up on my sofa
in them white cotton panties with the cartoon characters
s*x with a minor is a major crime in these united states of america
man, i swear it is, should lock up your sister if murs is in your area
[bridge 2]
’cause if i catch her at the lecture, i’ll undress her that night
after i s*x her, i’ll respect her, then forget her in flight
to the next city, we’re performin’ on the tour
you love her, and i loved her for a night, she’s not a wh0re

[outro: scratched]
uh

- murs lyrics

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