Twin Hype Back (feat. Prince Paul) (Explicit)-Run The Jewels/El-P/Killer Mike/Prince Paul

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 f**king jazz hands back in your pants and get them s**ts 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 d**e 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 B*****s finesse Mike They suck the d**k and squeeze on my belly like bagpipes I slap and I suck clits I f**k 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 d**k'll do I'm so Rakim and Eric B B***hes 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 d**k b***h not a f**k do I give I'm no respecter of person I'm no respecter of rules I catch the prince of England slipping he goin' run me the jewels I could wake up brain dead 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 s**t 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 s chillin' We don't have a need to know your feelings We don't believe in the same s**t 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 Ok 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