Murs - Fun-eral lyrics

Do me a favor (what?) Get your weight up Felt's in your city, we don't need any help Do me a favor, run that CES, Murs, Strange, we wrote the book for you young macks Pardon me barbie get your weight up Ryhmesayers, Strange, ain't sh** funny Do me a favor, run that Slug, Ces, Murs, we wrote the book for you young macks Rhymesayers, minors to the majors Stomp around a bird cage full of papers Point lasers at the neighbors Ever since the clock got punched on my first day of labor Ain't no shame in my game's wagers Spectator on the side catch a mouth full of flavor Wasted, tryna walk a line like equator f** the po-po, we blow dro with the mayor Do me a favor, raise up away from my space Out my face, occupy a different acre Leak like a strainer, poisoned by the waiter Drown in the dirt, eat a f** for a chaser Pardon me Barbie, this ain't a party for you Kramer Marking me the maker if I spark up the anger Minneapple-bang, Twin Cities rap sanger And I'm down with the strange cause I ain't no stranger Do me a favor (what?) Get your weight up Felt's in your city, we don't need any help Do me a favor, run that CES, Murs, Strange, we wrote the book We get the place jumping They ask Ubi to say something He spat and they got nothing but flames from him Raised up in the ring, stuck in a state of perpetual busting 8s off of puffing that dank A runaway train off of the track, rocket attack Roadside bomb blast, y'all talking in back, what? The blizzard black coffin is shut, human a**a**in Sarcophagus and a tomb, due to get wrapped up I'm doing the MAC strut, rose grew in the black mud Rap guns, I hold two, move and I pap one Flow's closed captioned, my text on the screen Everything CES doing they affecting the scene I'm repping with Dean, k**er City record machine 116 pounds anorexic to me, so get your weight up I'm the ring with hands taped up Shadowboxing until clear channel mandates us, what? Pardon me Barbie, get your weight up Ryhmesayers, Strange, ain't sh** funny Do me a favor, run that Slug, CES, MURS, we wrote the book for you young macks f** karma, I'm king, counter of chips, cash out Here to stick, a couple of real chicks pa** out I ain't in it to win it, loser we don't need any help Me and MURS, Ubiquitous finna slug em till it's felt Pray they melt, in a fire of hell, they might as well All these students Zach Morris, well they saved by the bell Said I'm psycho, made me a cell outside of the jail Yeah I might glow, all because of my ghost in its shell New millennium rap serpent, serving em with the venom I'm the black mamba, you notice I'm murdering em Then I'm up in them guts, p**y pardon me for the slaughter Throw a hex on a b**h before I lead her to water Oughta be, chained up in a cage, I'm in a rage Eat a dick, b**h idiot, no this isn't a phase Stay way away, postal I'll probably let it spray today Racks to the third power, p**ys have got to pay to play Do me a favor (what?) Get your weight up Felt's in your city, we don't need any help Do me a favor, run that Rhymesayers, Strange, got nothing but flames Rottenest of rascals, storming through your castle Dead beat douchebag, certified a**hole Ha**le at the door, he wouldn't let me in So I left and came back with a few more friends Party crashing, straight through the window Back in the days that bouncer stole my Nintendo Insufficient funds when they printing out my balance Never sold my soul but I rented out my talents What about the girls? Save something for the girls For a chance to push your lips, I would promise you the world Midtown crook from the [?] brooks Broke the little ladys' heart with just one look Before we got took we wrote the book for you young macks Felt's in your city, tell your boyfriend to run that Ante up, ante up, ain't sh** funny Got a Rhymesayers check, and I'm spending Strange money