(MURS)I run-run rappers right outta the gamebench em, sit em down in the hall of shameyoung-somethin, lil-bitch, all in the namesi used to keep it quiet cause hatin is so lamebut every now and then you gotta state the factslike 98-percent of these dudes is straight wackthey got me up in center space and i'm dancin to technobumpin indie rock then mock-electro(Chorus) x2(MURS)I got a brand new car, full tank of gas(Slug)i got a big mission, and it's made of glass(MURS)my momma always told me 'better make that cash'(Slug)so that's what i do, while i wait to crash(Slug)(wait) Wait, yea i heard you caught a couple of breaksyou still a sucka tryin to catch airwavescatch a fall down a staircase, take itanother unmarked grave under the basementup on the stage it's like somethin to taste, it's likerunnin the place, it's like punchin ya face, it's likedon't attempt to follow nothin to chaseor ya might see the bottom of one of those lakes (splash!)(MURS)Fakes, frauds and phonies, are we like the onlymuthafuckas in this game who ain't corny?My Little Pony-ass rappers wit a stylisttryin to be Rainbow Bright, on some fly shitStrawberry Shortcake, doin too muchthey focus on the fashion, the music sucksyou look like a pinche pinata pendejomake like a carpet, roll up or lay low(Chorus) x2(MURS)I used to drink 40's on the porch all the timenow i'm gettin older and i'm sippin that winePinot, no fuckin Merloti used to pack a pocket knife inside my yellow Jaboesgot stabbed in third grade by the swingssince then i keep a switchblade inside my jeansfuck wit me and i'll cut ya, straight King Tut yawrap you up in bandages, muthafucka(Slug)Set the monster free, they never used to talk to menow they holler at me constantlywell, hop on these, take the propertiesand multiply that shit by the power of threedidn't you know? we still in controlit's Felt, muthafucka, all systems goyou've been to my show, it's like a mistletoeso hold the bottle and play 'spin the globe'(Chorus) x2(Slug)I guess the moral is stick a fork in itwe got more to give, you're fortunateyou fuckin with the Legend and these members of The Orphanageorganisms that were born for thisfirst, we make the people feel quite rightthen i'm workin on the sequel to Zeitgeistso push up the light, peace, nighty-nightstay tuned, FELT number 4, tribute to Heidi Fleiss
