(Slug)(I don't want to be) Good, damn, shook off the sandtook it by the hand back when hoods packed the jamsqueeze pipe, i need it in my lifeso keep it out of sight until the freaks come out at nightbig mouth, a big mouthzip it up quick, or get kicked out the housestep back, Felt don't melt like waxdelicate necks get snapped, then the checks get taxedre-lease, give me freedom and some peaceor feed you to the beasts, wit the demons and policetouch dirt, you stuck in reverseso fuck what ya heard and put ya nuts up in your purse(MURS)Good-er than good, man, we greater than greatwhile you faker than fake, that's why we hate on ya hatehell, we hate on ya love, cause when push come to shoveall them funny-lookin chains just get took in the clubhell, they lookin for Slug, man, they lookin for MURSwe got em screamin for the Felt, cause we puttin in workwhile you was puttin out trash, we was spendin on gasand traveled all around the world to put a foot in yo assand you can call it backpack, indie rap if you want tosay it's emo-hop for the hipsters, but fuck youwe do it for the public that's tired of that thug shityou know it's the greatest cause ya girlfriend loves it
