Blockhead - Happy Pillz lyrics

[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] sh**, 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 k** a damn verse What's on your mind Aes Rock? [Aesop Rock] sh**, 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 k** 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 j**elry (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, pa** '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 sh** but we take our medication And we bust them raps back to Prozac Nation [Hook] 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 [Verse 2] [Aesop Rock] Blockhead, this beat sounds like the theme song to the Houston 500 Marathon f**-Fest Get laughed at like dude last in line tryin' to f** that's suspect Who's ante's up next Duck I'm buckin' with bonsai 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 s** [MURS] This does sound like the beat from a p**no 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, make you taste your c*nt Nah, not really, cause my girl would surely k** me I only rest my co*k where my Xbox and wheels be [Hook] [Verse 3] [Aesop Rock] 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 circuits that make the cut I'll tell you what, I'mma freak the f** 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 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 [Hook] Go to sleep, go to bed Go to sleep, go to bed Go to sleep, take yo a** to bed Moherf**er better go to sleep Def Jux! Motherf**er, what?