[Verse 1: Murs]
I run run rappers right out of the game
Bitch em, sit 'em down in the hall of shame
Young somethin, lil bitch all of the names
I usually keep it quiet 'cause hatin' is so lame

But every now and then you gotta state the facts
Like 98% of these dudes is straight wack
They got me up in center space and im dancin to techno
Bumpin indie rock, dim mak, electro

[Chorus: Murs, Slug]
I got a brand-new car, full tank of gas
I got a big mansion, and its made of glass
My mama always told me better make that cash
So thats what I do while I wait to crash

I got a brand-new car, full tank of gas
I got a big mansion, and its made of glass
My mama always told me better make that cash
So thats what I do while I wait to crash

[Verse 2: Slug]
Wait wait, yeah, I hear you caught a couple of breaks
You still a sucker trying to catch airwaves
Catch a fall down a stair case, take it
Another unmarked grave under the basement
Up on the stage its like
Something to taste its like
Runnin the place its like
Punchin your face its like
Dont attempt to follow nothing to chase
Or you might see the bottom of one of those lakes

[Verse 3: Murs]
Fakes, frauds and phonies, are we like the only
Motherfuckers in this game that ain't corny
My little pony ass rappers with a stylus
Trying to be Rainbow Bright on some fly shit

Strawberry Shortcake doing to much
They focus on the fasion the music sucks
You look like a pinchy piñata pendejo
Make like a carpet, roll up but lay low

[Chorus: Murs, Slug]
I got a brand-new car, full tank of gas
I got a big mansion, and its made of glass
My mama always told me better make that cash
So thats what I do while I wait to crash

I got a brand-new car, full tank of gas
I got a big mansion, and its made of glass
My mama always told me better make that cash
So thats what I do while I wait to crash
[Verse 4: Murs]
I used to drink 40's on the porch all the time
Now I'm gettin older and I'm sippin that wine
Pinot no fuckin merlot
I used to pack a pocketknife inside my yellow

Got stabbed in third grade by the swings
Since then, I keep a switchblade inside my jeans
Fuck with me and ill cut ya, straight King Tut ya
Wrap you up in bandages, motherfucker

[Verse 5: Slug]
Set the monster free
They never used to talk to me
Now they holler at me constantly
Well hop on these, take the properties
And multiply that shit by the power of 3

Didn't you know, we still in control
Its felt mother fucker, all systems go
You been to my show, its like a minstrel show
So hold the bottle and play spin the globe

[Chorus: Murs, Slug]
I got a brand-new car, full tank of gas
I got a big mansion, and its made of glass
My mama always told me better make that cash
So thats what I do while I wait to crash
I got a brand-new car, full tank of gas
I got a big mansion, and its made of glass
My mama always told me better make that cash
So thats what I do while I wait to crash

[Verse 6: Slug]
Huh, I guess the moral is, stick a fork in it
We got more to give, you fortunate
You fuckin with a Legend and these members of The Orphanage
Orgamisms that were born for this

First, we make the people feel quite right
And then I'm workin' on a sequel, the zeitgiest
So push up the light, peace, nighty night
Stay tuned, felt number 4, tribute to Heidi Fleiss