MARKED FOR DELETION - Felt Chewed Up by Felt (Duplicate) lyrics

Verse 1: F-E-L-T, FELT! FELT! FELT! (Slug) Chewed up, can't be contained Speak up, look where the guns aim ??, pick up the chump change Speed up and book in the bus lane Used to sit and dream 'bout whips and cream and bigger things Found my place, fit my jeans Get out my face before i clip ya wings (MURS) Caught up in the middle of some sentimental bullsh** Got a instrumental and i figure i could pull this Day out, the dark cloud, down time Stay out in the crowd wit the sunshine Our rhymes got a little bit more to give So i give it and i stay on tour to live Grab a mic, get it hype, then i go home In a big bus talkin on a cell phone (Slug) So lost, followin the babbles On top, smack with a paddle Knock out, drown in the shallow Fall off, get back in the saddle The answer's clear, you can't compare You got one beer and one hand to steer Stand right there under the chandelier The band is here, we're called FELT! FELT! FELT! (Chorus) Chewed up, and lost control (we swervin') She loves the awesome flow (she heard it) They try to stop the growth (they nervous) That's like, impossible F-E-L-T FELT! FELT! FELT! Verse 2: (MURS) Spell it out, yell it out They all wanna know what the hell it's about Ain't got no guns, ain't got no j**elry Shows stay packed wit tons of groupies They go crazy, act unruly Fans in the crowd hella high like Coolie Girls in the crowd screamin 'choose me, do me' I play it humble like 'excuse me, who me?' (Slug) Grab that crown, pa** it down Ask around, what that's about We're back now, a** on the ground Shut that mouth, don't act out You buggin, must be drunk at the bar Buzzin cousin, you nothin' hard You ain't up in the stars, you stuck in a jar Now shuffle the cards or get dealt, dealt, dealt (Chorus) Verse 3: (MURS) Feel that, real rap Raw beats to bang in y'all streets So cool at the same time all heat So fly should've been in star fleet Ride shotgun in my x-wing Watch the hipsters hop to the next thing Fad to fad, so depressing Around for years, that don't impress me (Slug) Don't know what you honestly thinkin' Rubber band tryin to carry weights But i can see your confidence shrinkin Color crayon on the radia-tor Gotta stick to talkin sh** Prosthetic tits, fake politics You can't stop the bricks, so take a sip For the apocalypse, and get off my dick (MURS) Now i'm screwed up, i sipped a little lean Got me feelin like Wayne doin little things I do it big on the independent tip New car, no rims on the whip I got a chick, she ain't a super-duper-fly girl I got a few and they all rock my world You do it better, then keep it to yourself Cause even YOU know its all about the FELT! FELT! FELT (Chorus) --- .