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Seven signs, seven ways count the days till I’m sober
Left the party kinda early, still caught a hangover
Heard the callin’ so I picked up the phone
With the “micro” in the front, rocked it down to the bone
Left smokin’, wide open, chokin’ on the exhaust
Rock the funky chunky lyric, never mind the cost
Pockets lined with floss, Boss Hoggin’ the mic
Dyn-o-mite like Jimmy Walker, still sheddin’ the light

And somehow it just keeps on rockin'!

Still hard like steel I’m the mellow type of fellow
Relaxed all week, pretty girls sayin’ hello
From the dungeons of my mind I unleash the funk
You’re sloppy when you copy, still sound like junk
Abused and used, waxed polished and shined
Expand your mind to see what you find
Got Knowlsie on drums, K-dog on guitar
My name is Shawn The Villain, Sin Murk is who we are!

Uh!!!

I had a dream as a child now I’m livin’ it up
Stick my tongue in your girlie, now she’s givin’ it up
Never givin’ a fuck, let it ride my man
The flows sound funky like a garbage can
Not your average band, oh you like my comparison?
You’re frantic like that movie with that Ford guy, Harrison
It’s embarrassin’, right down to it
You’re red faced, you’re dumb struck
You like the way we do it

I get down to a jam by Sinister Murk
Rollin’ ‘round droppin’ science with my minister Kirk
Droppin’ deuces like it ain’t nothin’
I ain’t bluffin’
Drop a ten pound load in your can I ain’t flushin’
You can count on that, we rolling fat stacks
You know I won’t get invited back to your shack, Jack
Smack the hoe, keep groupies steppin’ back
My crew’s all fat cats who don’t pack gats!