Fun-eral Felt (Ft. Ces Cru)

[Intro: Slug, Murs & Ces Cru]
Do me a favor (what?)
Get your weight up
Felt's in your city, we don’t need any help
Do me a favor, run that
CES, Murs, Strange, we wrote the book for you young macks
Pardon me barbie get your weight up
Ryhmesayers, Strange, ain’t shit funny
Do me a favor, run that
Slug, Ces, Murs, we wrote the book for you young macks

[Verse 1: Slug]
Rhymesayers, minors to the majors
Stomp around a bird cage full of papers
Point lasers at the neighbors
Ever since the clock got punched on my first day of labor
Ain’t no shame in my game’s wagers
Spectator on the side catch a mouth full of flavor
Wasted, tryna walk a line like equator
Fuck the po-po, we blow dro with the mayor
Do me a favor, raise up away from my space
Out my face, occupy a different acre
Leak like a strainer, poisoned by the waiter
Drown in the dirt, eat a fuck for a chaser
Pardon me Barbie, this ain’t a party for you Kramer
Marking me the maker if I spark up the anger
Minneapple-bang, Twin Cities rap sanger
And I’m down with the strange cause I ain’t no stranger