Murked Out Songtext
von Brougham

When I rest the glass between my feet
It won′t belong 'til you hear me speak
Give the heavens a nod and take a bow
Then I rock the mic like God taught me how

David slew Goliath with a sling and a stone
Samson slew the Philistines with donkey jaw bone
An′ I have a picnic on the grave of King Solomon
Where herb grow holy in this holy Armageddon

I like the girl callin' in sick for work now
Actin' like a burnout the last′ll be first now
The first to be turned out, you better learn ′bout
The turn 'round or get murked out

I got ′em murked out layin' dreadful
Gotcha momma wishin′ that she never had you
I gotta bad crew, they call me dirt mouth
We dust 'em all off yeah, we got ′em murked out


I got 'em murked out layin' dreadful
Gotcha momma wishin′ that she never had you
I gotta bad crew, they call me dirt mouth
We dust ′em all off yeah, we got 'em murked out

He causeth the grass to grow feed the cattle
And the herb for the service of man, woman, child
I′m prayin' on Psalms 104: 14 and Leviticus 21: 5
Alright

If you ain′t really hip to that you a stranger
Ghost town motel your sign's flashin′ vacant
Raised on revenge that's complex as Oedipus
What'cha sneeze from, ain′t always what′cha feather dust

Use this wisely amused and wiley
A fool that's smiley shows proof precisely
Despite the torture and pain I brought the rain
Makin′ your crops grow, the salso on your taco

Mics ain't no pom poms, don′t wanna hear rah-rah
In a rickshaw in Hong Kong, meditatin' kaya
Nickel bag buyer Reaganomics survivor
Get liver, a Luke Sick a me no miser


I got ′em murked out layin' dreadful
Gotcha momma wishin' that she never had you
I gotta bad crew, they call me dirt mouth
We dust ′em all off yeah, we got ′em murked out

I got 'em murked out layin′ dreadful
Gotcha momma wishin' that she never had you
I gotta bad crew, they call me dirt mouth
We dust ′em all off yeah, we got 'em murked out

I got ′em murked out layin' dreadful
Gotcha momma wishin' that she never had you
I gotta bad crew, they call me dirt mouth
We dust ′em all off yeah, we got ′em murked out

I got 'em murked out layin′ dreadful
Gotcha momma wishin' that she never had you
I gotta bad crew, they call me dirt mouth
We dust ′em all off yeah, we got 'em murked out

I got ′em murked out layin' dreadful
Gotcha momma wishin' that she never had you
I gotta bad crew, they call me dirt mouth
We dust ′em all off yeah, we got ′em murked out

I got 'em murked out layin′ dreadful
Gotcha momma wishin' that she never had you
I gotta bad crew, they call me dirt mouth
We dust ′em all off yeah, we got 'em murked out