Captain Murphy

Captain Murphy - Between Villains lyrics

rate me

Vic the wild islander

Bringing out the child in ya

Singing out the silencer

With more violence than heil Hitler

He get some looks some bullshit

Pull over a dusty pullover and a Pulitzer

A musty busted crusted subwoofer system

Foes is just bluffing

Clear your nose from huff puffin

A glutton for bludgeoning and

Blood gushing here you go stud muffin

It’s nothing get it on the get by

Bet it on a dead guy

Jet it on the red eye

Too many make mistake fillers

Not enough live wires

Too many fake killers and jive sires

Dropped his bombs on a critic

From a grass knoll

Everybody got one

Your moms is a asshole

SOB and smug to the utmost

Cut it close and catch a slug

To the gut boss word to ...

What's worse clutch your purse close lady

We get more cheese bread

For the baby toast to Grady 1-80

I'm in the cut looking

For some puss to pick apart

Dirty like us riding in the whip

That really isn't ours

Storming out the door

Don’t press record I hate my fucking voice

Trying to kill that noise

Performing fill that void slightly

I'm swimming in water

That’s been dicey since landing

And I'm owing these niggers nothing

Like all that I've been handed for free

Don’t pan your cameras to me

Hoe don't command me to speak

Got these little niggers swinging from

The banister on fax in his pajamas

Walking slow because the camels

Keeping stamina weak

And you could catch him like

Some halibut after a bad accident

Trying to get jaw jacked right

Where the catheter peeks

Out Villain Earl and Captain

In command of your street now

Rapping good as motherfucking

Janitors sweep now

Getting business handled

Get the cannabis cheap now

It's a bunch of nuggets on him

Like it's sand on a beach towel

Captain's back

So go on put your mic away

Inside a microwave

When I die I bet you Mike will wave

Be blowing bubbles at the pearly gates

Took a selfie with the king

But only see my face

I’m writing darker pieces in my thesis

I’m hiding in the park with all your nieces

Trading head for Reese’s Pieces

Interject in niggers verses

With this book of witches curses

I cast a spell upon your bitches

But my thirst is for the hearses

I’m spilling out my innards

To these n words journey inwards

Caught her quarter past the moment

Got a cord of past opponents

In a fragment of a moment

Man I killed that rap then owned it

Hope to overtake the planet

With my banana in a hammock

Bitch manic parents panic

I’m a mechanic with these patterns

Propagandist with that chatter

Matter of fact the Madder Hatter

Never mind the hammer manners out the window

Pump crescendo

Puff the endow

I’m Lou Farrago

Just pretendo

Don’t ask him where the pen go

Cause the pencil got me paper paid

And pay dirt made them paint her

With the mask and faded sweatshirt nothing lesser

Bet you’ll never ever guess

What I left under the dresser

I hid a message in the 808

To pester all the Hashers

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