Paul Reubens

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Murs] I run run rappers right out of the game Bitch em, sit 'em down in the hall of shame Young somethin, lil bitch all of the names I usually keep it quiet 'cause hatin' is so lame But every now and then you gotta state the facts Like 98% of these dudes is straight wack They got me up in center space and im dancin to techno Bumpin indie rock, dim mak, electro [Chorus: Murs, Slug] I got a brand-new car, full tank of gas I got a big mansion, and its made of glass My mama always told me better make that cash So thats what I do while I wait to crash I got a brand-new car, full tank of gas I got a big mansion, and its made of glass My mama always told me better make that cash So thats what I do while I wait to crash [Verse 2: Slug] Wait wait, yeah, I hear you caught a couple of breaks You still a sucker trying to catch airwaves Catch a fall down a stair case, take it Another unmarked grave under the basement Up on the stage its like Something to taste its like Runnin the place its like Punchin your face its like Dont attempt to follow nothing to chase Or you might see the bottom of one of those lakes [Verse 3: Murs] Fakes, frauds and phonies, are we like the only Motherfuckers in this game that ain't corny My little pony ass rappers with a stylus Trying to be Rainbow Bright on some fly shit Strawberry Shortcake doing to much They focus on the fasion the music sucks You look like a pinchy piñata pendejo Make like a carpet, roll up but lay low [Chorus: Murs, Slug] I got a brand-new car, full tank of gas I got a big mansion, and its made of glass My mama always told me better make that cash So thats what I do while I wait to crash I got a brand-new car, full tank of gas I got a big mansion, and its made of glass My mama always told me better make that cash So thats what I do while I wait to crash [Verse 4: Murs] I used to drink 40's on the porch all the time Now I'm gettin older and I'm sippin that wine Pinot no fuckin merlot I used to pack a pocketknife inside my yellow Got stabbed in third grade by the swings Since then, I keep a switchblade inside my jeans Fuck with me and ill cut ya, straight King Tut ya Wrap you up in bandages, motherfucker [Verse 5: Slug] Set the monster free They never used to talk to me Now they holler at me constantly Well hop on these, take the properties And multiply that shit by the power of 3 Didn't you know, we still in control Its felt mother fucker, all systems go You been to my show, its like a minstrel show So hold the bottle and play spin the globe [Chorus: Murs, Slug] I got a brand-new car, full tank of gas I got a big mansion, and its made of glass My mama always told me better make that cash So thats what I do while I wait to crash I got a brand-new car, full tank of gas I got a big mansion, and its made of glass My mama always told me better make that cash So thats what I do while I wait to crash [Verse 6: Slug] Huh, I guess the moral is, stick a fork in it We got more to give, you fortunate You fuckin with a Legend and these members of The Orphanage Orgamisms that were born for this First, we make the people feel quite right And then I'm workin' on a sequel, the zeitgiest So push up the light, peace, nighty night Stay tuned, felt number 4, tribute to Heidi Fleiss