Aesop Rock
MURS, you should go get us some food

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

Aesop Rock
Aesop's getting hungry

MURS
Well what do you want?

Aesop Rock
What's on your mind, Big MURS?

MURS
Shit, the end of the world with a wife
at home I pretend is my girl

Aesop Rock
Did you take your meds today?

MURS
20 milligrams worth, but I'm still so
amped I can kill a damn verse
What's on your mind Aes Rock?

Aesop Rock
Shit, the roaches in the kitchen that I scream on
everyday but for some reason they don't listen

MURS
Did you take your meds today?

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

Verse 1

Aesop Rock
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

MURS
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
The Harlem Backslap just happens to be my favorite
You take it from your shoulder then
you take 'em to the pavement
We don't take shit but we take our medication
And we bust them raps back to Prozac Nation

Chorus
I wanna go home, I need to take my happy pills again
I wanna go home, I need to take my happy pills again
I gotta go home, I need to take my happy pills again
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Verse 2

Aesop Rock
Blockhead, this beat sounds like the theme song to the
Huston 500 Marathon Fuck-Fest
Get laughed at like dude last in line
tryin' to fuck that's suspect
Who's ante's up next? Duck I'm buckin'
with bonsai column big pimpin'
With less money and women, money that's slippin'
Now it's Golden Eye with sniper rifles in the temple
Holding my bludgeoned-to-deranged
cups, my triple doors tucked
Flip a little wrong tough, it's the
right stuff or the wrong stuff
Wrong lyrically I'm not stuff clutch
upon the mic because you suck

MURS
This does sound like the beat from a porno flick
Before we get up off the stage go and warn those chicks
That we're comin' with that oven-fresh DiGiorno Dick
I wanna fill you up, then fill you up
Bang this dick into your stomach
until you reveal your lunch
Shove my 8 into your face and make you taste your cunt
Nah, not really, 'cause my girl would surely kill me
I only rest my cock when my XBOX enthrills me

Chorus

Verse 3

Aesop Rock
MURS is my pharmacist cupboards full of Klonopin
I'm a serotonin re-uptake inhibitor, bronze US monument
See me in hell cashing in on that See You in Hell thing
Decompose like Dorothy water bucket
clutch which people smelting
And I seldom seen these weeks without the medicated crust
Settle uncivil circuits that make the cut
I'll tell you what, I'ma freak the fuck out if someone
doesn't let me use their phone
Yo, MURS I gotta go home

MURS
Aes Rock is my pharmacist, he doesn't own a farm
But he owns a gang of pills that'll help and keep me calm
If you're taking this too serious I'm just gonna bomb
I'm just screwing with your head
like Tim Allen do with brain
Surgery inside a shed, I take the same meds
As Iron Mike Tyson, my life is rollin' out of control
Don't need a license to drive myself crazy
Catch me on his next album as long as Aesop pays me

Chorus

Go to sleep, go to bed
Go to sleep, go to bed
Go to sleep, take yo ass to bed
Moherfucker better go to sleep

Def Jux!
Motherfucker, what?