(Slug) (I don't want to be) Good, damn, shook off the sand Took it by the hand back when hoods packed the jam Squeeze pipe, i need it in my life So keep it out of sight until the freaks come out at night Big mouth, a big mouth Zip it up quick, or get kicked out the house Step back, Felt don't melt like wax Delicate necks get snapped, then the checks get taxed Re-lease, give me freedom and some peace Or feed you to the beasts, wit the demons and police Touch dirt, you stuck in reverse So fuck what ya heard and put ya nuts up in your purse (MURS) Good-er than good, man, we greater than great While you faker than fake, that's why we hate on ya hate Hell, we hate on ya love, cause when push come to shove All them funny-lookin chains just get took in the club Hell, they lookin for Slug, man, they lookin for MURS We got em screamin for the Felt, cause we puttin in work While you was puttin out trash, we was spendin on gas And traveled all around the world to put a foot in yo ass And you can call it backpack, indie rap if you want to Say it's emo-hop for the hipsters, but fuck you We do it for the public that's tired of that thug shit You know it's the greatest cause ya girlfriend loves it