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Twin Hype Back (feat. Prince Paul)
Run The Jewels
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Now come over here and let me give you a tongue kiss On your hot pocket Me and Mike'll go Twin Hype and do a dance on your windpipes Put your ****ing jazz hands back in your pants And get them shits sliced Caught the ghost when I was yay high, so today I stay way high Do not worry about my habits, without sin, I'd probably hate life This is dope as that hard white you stuff in a crack pipe A hit of this, a kid with Tourette's will chill out and act right I'm fat but I dress nice, and bitches finesse Mike They suck the dick and squeeze on my belly like bagpipes I slap and I suck clits, I **** in my church shoes Humblest guy in the room and I am in the room too (Get it?) I'll bend you over on the roof while whistling Audio Two They say that once a girl go Brooklyn, no more soft dick'll do I'm so Rakim and Eric B, bitches check out my melody I might Slick Rick on a fella (foul), catch me a felony Hey, I might Shyne Po a ho, POW! Catch me a case Producto must have rolled this L because this blunt feel laced I must say you do look stunning I mean, you're the kind of girl I can really see myself artificially inseminating Oh I'm sorry, I'm being a little aggressive, right? Can we start from the beginning? My name is Chest Rockwell, right? And I love to make love to your booty...hole Bad boy This is born alone, die alone, so my dialogue's dastardly Life's a tragedy generator operating at max capacity This is porno for piraters, to the crooks it is relaxing I am foreign to that soft talk, you can tell it from my accent This is arrogant fat black, it is what it is This that stingy with dick bitch, not a **** do I give I'm no respecter of person, I'm no respecter of rules I catch the Prince of England slipping, he gon' run me the jewels I could wake up braindead tomorrow and my soliloquy still will be The illest there'll ever be, 'cause I be what you'll never be My pugnacious rhyme patterns prove pitbull in my pedigree And dogs fight to the death, you say you better, you better be Not one shit given, El-P's chillin' Raised in a shack in the back of the village Trained by the wolves in the woods To avenge on the men who elected themselves my killers Mike's a villain, Nick Hook's chillin' We don't have a need to know your feelings We don't believe in the same shit anyway Run the Jewels is not for your children How you feeling now, sweetheart? A little more relaxed? Maybe it's that half a molly I put in your Mountain Dew Yeah, works like a charm Just chill out for a second, relax, relax, I got it under control I got you a glass of Beefeater I got a brand new deck of Uno cards Oh yeah, baby, the night's just getting started Okay, how about I come over tonight And pick you up in my brand new Segway? We can go over to Long John Silver's, get a fish platter You can take me home and massage me with butter all on my neck I love you
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