Murs, Aesop Rock - Happy Pillz lyrics

Murs, you should go get us some food alright
This'll be the best idea what do you want?
Aesop's getting hungry
Well what do you want?
What's on your mind, Big Murs?
Shit, the end of the world with a wife
At home I pretend is my girl
Did you take your meds today?
20 milligrams worth
But I'm still so amped I
Can kill a damn verse
What's on your mind Aes Rock?
Shit, the roaches in the kitchen
That I scream on everyday
But for some reason they don't listen
Did you take your meds today?
Yeah, 20 milligrams worth
But I'm feeling so amped I
Can kill a damn verse

I was cooling at the park with


A couple of other Jukies
Our 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 'round before me and
Murs eat 'em all
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
They run-of-the-mill raps, fast
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

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
I wanna go home
I need to take my happy pills again

Blockhead!
This beat sounds like the theme song to the
Houston 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 Buckaroo Banzai kinda 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
This does sound like the beat
From a porno flick
Before we get off of the stage
Go and warn those chicks
That we comin' with that
Oven-fresh DiGiorno dick
I wanna fill you up, then fill you up
Bang this dick into your stomach
'til you reveal your lunch
Shove my 8 into your face
Make you taste your cunt nah, not really
Cause my girl would surely kill me
I only rest my cock where
My Xbox and wheels be

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
I wanna go home
I need to take my happy pills again

Okay murs is my pharmacist
Cupboards full of Klonopin
I'm a seratonin re-uptake inhibitor
Bronze US monument
See me in hell cashing in on
That "see you in hell" thing
Decompose like Dorothy
Water bucket plus witch equals melting
And I seldom seen these weeks
Without the medicated crust
Settle uncivil circuit's that make the cut
I'll tell you what, I'mma freak the fuck out
If someone doesn't let me use their phone
Yo, Murs, I gotta go home

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 his 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

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
I wanna go home, I need to take my ass to bed

Go to sleep, go to bed
Go to sleep, go to bed
Go to sleep, take yo ass to bed
Motherfucker better go to sleep def Jux!
Motherfucker, what?