Murfs album art for forthcoming Trap record.

You ever wonder what was ‘really’ going on deep down in the forest with that village of small blue creatures? Why did Gargamel hate them so much? Well the truth just might surprise you… Those “Smurfs” were not what you believed them to be… No, not at all. Let’s just say they weren’t as innocent or remotely nice as they came off on television. It was all a front, like that bodega in your neighborhood that never restocks its shelves and has all the dusty merchandise. Today the truth is revealed…

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beat you till you blue in the face
why u clue in the jakes?
of what we do in’em crates
turntable debate, even still we doin it great
doin it late, way into the wee hours
smurf sets devoured, repel gargamels
dude, whew what is that smell?
yo hawns and pee wees rotten in cell
smurf up kids dig in yah pockets
castin a spell, forecast rainin kats like
you azz ree el, as we tell the story
of these lil dudes always on the move
through the woods, transporting goods
rockin white britches and dunce cap hoods
smart dumb niggahs, that dig ditches and pull trigger
for gold and silver coins, old time figures
my nifter, they ain’t hundred acres fakers
or keebler bakers of cake dust..
smurfettes with techs, covered in makeup
rip van wrinkle yah but you won’t wake up
the stakes up high, and we ain’t finna bake no more pies spill beige dust
solar eclipse of the dips love the clipse
this gang re ups band they ain’t no crips
that’s just they skin tone, no need to shed bloods for this
Peyo was the Belgian responsible for this
hustlin phenomenon