Captain Murphy, Viktor Vaughn, Thundercat, Earl Sweatshirt - Between Villains lyrics

Vik, 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 roll-over
A dusty pullover and a Pulitzer
A must we bust your crusty subwoofer system
Foes is just bluffin'
Clear your nose from huff-puffin'
A glutton for bludgeoning blood
Gushin', here ya go, studmuffin
It’s nothin', 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 these bombs on a critic
From a grass knoll
Everybody got one, your mom's is a asshole
SOB and smug to the utmost
Cut it close and catch a slug to the gut Mos
Word to Thutmose
What's worse, clutch your purse close, lady
We get more cheese bread for
The baby, toast to Grady, one-eighty

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 fuckin 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 niggas nothing like
All that I've been handed
For free, don't pan your cameras to me
Ho, don't command me to speak
Got these little niggas swinging
From the banister, on 'Fax in his pajamas
Walking slow because the camels
Keep his 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
(Yay) So go on put your mic away
(Where?) Inside a microwave (Oh)
When I die, I bet you Mike'll wave (Hee hee)
We 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 niggas' 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
Propagandic with that chatter
Matter of fact the Madder Hatter
Never mind the hammer, manners out the window
Pump crescendo, puff the endo
I’m Lou Ferrigno, just pretendo
Don’t ask him where the pen go 'cause
The pencil got me paper paid
And paydirt made the pain hurt
With the mask and faded sweatshirt
Nothing lesser
Bet you’ll never ever guess what
I left under the dresser
Hid a message in the 808
To pester all the Heshers