Captain Murphy - Between Villains Lyrics
feat. Earl Sweatshirt, MF Doom & Thundercat[Verse 1: Viktor Vaughn (MF DOOM)]Vik, the wild islander, bringing out the child in yaSinging out the silencer with more violence than Heil HitlerHe get some looks, some bullshit, a dusty pullover and a PulitzerA musty, busted, crusted subwoofer systemFoes is just bluffing, clear your nose from huff puffin'A glutton for bludgeoning and blood gushing, here you go, stud muffinIt’s nothing, get it on the get byBet it on a dead guy, jet it on the red eyeToo many make mistake fillers, not enough live wiresToo many fake killers, and jive siresDropped his bombs on critic from a grass knollEverybody got one, your moms is an *****S.O.B. and smug to the utmostCut it close and catch a slug to the gut boss, word to ThutmoseWhats worse, clutch your purse close ladyWe get more cheese bred for the baby, toast to Grady, one-eighty[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]I'm in the cut looking for some puss to pick apartDirty like us riding in the whip that really isn't oursStorming out the door, don't press record, I hate my *****ing voiceTrying to kill that noise, performing fill that void slightlyI'm swimming in water that's been dicy since landingAnd I'm owing these niggas nothingLike all that I've been handed for free, don't pan your cameras to meHo, don't command me to speakGot these little niggas swinging from the banister, on Fax in his PajamasWalking slow because the camels keeping stamina weakAnd you could catch him like some halibut after a bad accidentTrying to get jaw-jacked right where the catheter peeks outVillain, Earl, and Captain in command of your street nowRapping good as mother*****ing janitors sweep nowGetting business handled, get the cannabis cheap nowIt's a bunch of nuggets on him like it's sand on a beach towel[Verse 3: Captain Murphy]Captain's back (yay!), so go on put your mic away(Where?) Inside a microwave (oh)When I die, I bet you Michael wave (tee-hee)We blowing bubbles at the pearly gatesTook a selfie with the king but only see my faceI’m writing darker pieces in my thesisI’m hiding in the park with all your niecesTrading head for Reeses PiecesAnd attacking niggas' verses with this book of witches cursesI cast a spell upon your *****es but my thirst is for the hearsesI’m spilling out my innardsTo these n-words, journey inwardsCaught her quarter past the momentof past opponentsIn a fragment of a moment man I killed that rap then owned itHope to overtake the planet, with my banana in a hammock***** manic parents panic I’m a mechanic with these patternsPropagandic with that chatter, matter of fact the Mad HatterNever mind the hammer, manners out the windowPump crescendo, puff the endo, I’m Lou FerrignoJust prentendo, don’t ask him where the pen goCause the pencil got me paper paid made them paint herWith the mask and faded sweatshirts, but nothing lesserBet you’ll never ever guesser what i left under the dresserHid a message in the 808 just to pester all the Heshers
