Artist: Slug & MURS Album: Felt 3: A Tribute to Rosie Perez Song: We Have You Surrounded Typed by: email@example.com Nah, nah, man I'm not gonna autograph your arm Why? Well, because, uh, really Because - because you look kinda like the type of dude that would go and get that shit tattooed on you And I - I just don't know if I really feel all that comfortable with that (9-1-1! 9-1-1! 9-1-1!) [Slug] 9-1-1, emergency, frantic We got the best fans on the planet These other people don't seem to understand it but they grab it wit both hands and take it all for granted But never that, we give it back Tit-for-tat, depends where ya head is at and if it ain't up above, then my name is Slug And you can call me Heavy D cause I got +Nuttin' But Love+ [MURS] Alright, the babies that I shook, hands that I took Pull out ya camera phone, that's a damn good look I got the best bosses, I heart my job I walk out the venue, they all start to mob I got fans that are more like friends but sorry ladies, Sean won't let me sign skin I love breasts, but out of respect I'd rather kiss you on ya cheek than write on ya chest, c'mon (9-1-1! 9-1-1! 9-1-1! 911, what is your emergency?) [Slug] I never thought that we would take it here Baby stepped it, wit' your help, thank you very much I love it and I wanna make it clear You get the credit, it's your felt plus America We did it to do it for all of the fans To put a little more music in the palm of their hands I write a song about life and dirt So I can ride along wit' you when ya drivin' to work [MURS] (9-1-1!) There's an eagle on the loose Careful not to flood my engine wit' the juice Once a recluse, never got played Now they remember every word that I say I pray that they see all my faults and flaws My dirty laundry, my socks and drawers Like the rest of you misfits, I grit and I grind Punch my way through this bitch, one fist at a time [Slug] Get yours, meet me at the in-store We'll set the horses free and steal his pitchfork Trippin' over cords on a big tour and get applause like it's all that we live for Signin' you off on a dime's drop Decide if it's time to stop, nah I'm not gonna finish till I'm just some image (9-1-1!) Imaginary friendship [MURS] You know my songs, you don't know me You bought my disc, you don't own me Homie, you spittin' all over the place You drunk and you got ya girl hidin' her face I met you before? Yeah, I remember but check yourself, then check your gender If you a man, then act like it dude and lose that little fucked up attitude, damn (9-1-1! 9-1-1! 9-1-1!) (*Dial tone*) *"9-1-1" is scratched and cut* (*Phone keeps on ringing*) "The mailbox belonging to '9-1-1' is full and cannot accept new messages at this time. Please try again later, goodbye."