shi*tson, I talk shi*t about Murph while drinking a big slurpy. He be teaching me about Red Army but I retaliate by cutting lines and snaking fools in parks see. He slaps old ladies downtown for not working their Canmpton Hotel corner with frowns. Drinks fine wine and chases with a 2-6 without a lime. Wakes up with a 300 dollars fine for sprayin' "f*ck dem pigs", wow that ain't too kind. Hearthee Hearthee, Murphizle ain't no one to mess with though, unless your name starts with an "I" and got more chest hair than a 70s pornstar who doesn't care yo.