[Intro: Aesop Rock & Murs]
Murs, you should go get us some food
Alright
This'll be the best idea
What do you want?
Aesop's getting hungry
Well what do you want?
What's on your mind, Big Murs?
Shit, the end of the world with a wife at home I pretend is my girl
Did you take your meds today?
20 milligrams worth, but I'm still so amped I can kill a damn verse
What's on your mind Aes Rock?
Shit, the roaches in the kitchen that I scream on everyday
But for some reason they don't listen
Did you take your meds today?
Yeah, 20 milligrams worth, but I'm feeling so amped I can kill a damn verse

[Verse 1: Aesop Rock & Murs]
I was cooling at the park with a couple of other Jukies
Our animated glitch suspended like milk money bullies
I calculate my comfort zone by how baggy the hoodie
I calibrate pyrotechnics on how crappy the jewelry
I keep it dirty
Like what? My vibes on that old "Ha ha ha stick 'em"
Like a 1950-something wire hanger abortion victim
99 bottles of happy pills on the wall
Take 'em down, pass 'em 'round before me and Murs eat 'em all
I was cooling at the park with a couple of other Jukies
We were paused taking on all comers like some bookies
Rookies running up with they run-of-the-mill raps, fast
Hit 'em all up with hundreds of ill slaps
The Harlem backslap just happens to be my favorite
You take it from your shoulder then you take 'em to the pavement
We don't take shit but we take our medication
And we bust them raps back to Prozac Nation
[Hook: Aesop Rock and Murs]
I wanna go home, I need to take my happy pills again
I wanna go home, I need to take my happy pills again
I gotta go home, I need to take my happy pills again
I wanna go home, I need to take my happy pills again

[Verse 2: Aesop Rock & Murs]
Blockhead!
This beat sounds like the theme song to the
Houston 500 Marathon Fuck-Fest
Get laughed at like dude last in line tryin' to fuck, that's suspect
Who's ante's up next?
Duck I'm Buckaroo Banzai kinda big pimpin'
With less money and women, money that's slippin'
Now it's Golden Eye with sniper rifles in the temple
Holding my bludgeoned-to-deranged cups, my triple doors tucked
Flip a little wrong tough, it's the right stuff or the wrong stuff
Wrong lyrically, I'm not stuff clutch
Upon the mic because you suck
This does sound like the beat from a porno flick
Before we get off of the stage go and warn those chicks
That we comin' with that oven-fresh DiGiorno dick
I wanna fill you up, then fill you up
Bang this dick into your stomach 'til you reveal your lunch
Shove my 8 into your face, make you taste your cunt
Nah, not really, cause my girl would surely kill me
I only rest my cock where my Xbox and wheels be
[Hook: Aesop Rock and Murs]
I wanna go home, I need to take my happy pills again
I wanna go home, I need to take my happy pills again
I gotta go home, I need to take my happy pills again
I wanna go home, I need to take my happy pills again

[Verse 3: Aesop Rock & Murs]
Okay
Murs is my pharmacist, cupboards full of Klonopin
I'm a seratonin re-uptake inhibitor, bronze US monument
See me in hell cashing in on that "see you in hell" thing
Decompose like Dorothy, water bucket plus witch equals melting
And I seldom seen these weeks without the medicated crust
Settle uncivil circuits that make the cut
I'll tell you what, I'mma freak the fuck out
If someone doesn't let me use their phone
Yo, Murs, I gotta go home
[MURS]
Aes Rock is my pharmacist, he doesn't own a farm
But he owns a gang of pills that'll help and keep me calm
If you're taking this too serious, I'm just gonna bomb
I'm just screwing with your head
Like Tim Allen do with brain surgery inside his shed
I take the same meds as Iron Mike Tyson
My life is rollin' out of control
Don't need a license to drive myself crazy
Catch me on his next album as long as Aesop pays me
[Hook: Aesop Rock and Murs]
I wanna go home, I need to take my happy pills again
I wanna go home, I need to take my happy pills again
I gotta go home, I need to take my happy pills again
I wanna go home, I need to take my ass to bed

[Outro]
Go to sleep, go to bed
Go to sleep, go to bed
Go to sleep, take yo ass to bed
Motherfucker better go to sleep
Def Jux!
Motherfucker, what?