All Due Respect Lyrics - Run The Jewels, Vol. 2 - Run The Jewels

This year we iller than a nun in a cumshot 

Getting' double penetrated in a dope spot 

By two hard pipe hittin' Niggas 

On the orders of Marcellus to the soundtrack of 2pac 

I'll beat you to a pulp no fiction 

Tarantino flow new Jules and Vincent 

Blow marijuana smoke no incense 

Exhale in the face of innocent infants 

On some "Ah hah look what I did" shit 

And if I get stopped by a crooked ass cop I'm a put a bullet in a pig 

And rin tin tin, ah hah hah look what I did again 

We the hooligans outside of school again 

Sayin don't be a fool never follow rules again 

We the bad boys bully with the fully that 

The teachers say ain't shit and in the need of discipline 

We the goddamn reason for ritalin 

In the back of the class, twitchin' and fidgetin' 

Dead wrong we never got along 

We laughed at the kids that was active participants 

Bad boy walk right past church with the work in a bag 

And a bible of Gideon got suspended for bullyin' a bully 

When I go back to class I'ma punch him in his shit again 

Punch him in his shit again 

Punch him in his shit again 

Punch him in his shit again 

Punch him in his shit again 

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Cause you get no respect 

I don't flirt with greatness I wifed it in Vegas 

The shits all paid for I signed the papers 

Used to date but then I made her my main bitch 

Bought us a place on a lake with some acreage 

And Mike's my neighbor straight from Greatville 

Any invader get slayed and stay killed 

On sovereign land, Mike fill the safe up 

We call when the fam get paid a great thrill 

Bad News Bear hug beats then creep off 

You drive a rape van 

Mullet Ray-Bans 

We do Vicious 

You do witness 

You don't clap shit 

You's a cricket 

Run the J's we don't run so much it's all fun and games till my J's get scuffed 

I'm livid, fuming, out of touch 

I wear sweatpants to funerals, guns to lunch 

Close the blinds they got drones and mines we so close to the lie I could almost die 

I got no goals left but to save my mind 

They got more holes dug In the earth, oh my 

The beat get abused like I rock a wife beater 

Drinker, fired by the company 

Friday, late on the car note tryna do taxes 

This my house it's high or the highway 

High or the highway 

High or the highway 

High or the highway 

High or the highway 

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I'm a thrill killer, I will test you 

Just like daddy fuckin' left you 

It's all your fault mommy's lonely 

You're a burden, she needs rescue 

Hey little buddy, where's your mommy? 

Call me stepdad or Uncle Johnny 

Here's a dollar don't follow behind me 

I gotta go bang out mom and auntie 

I hunt lions, tigers, rare vaginas 

Hang where the cops seem scared to find us 

Pop stars peep the bars and rewind us 

Fuck your life but first run the diamonds 

From the jungle (the jungle) the brothers (the brothers) 

Can't relate to your first world struggles 

You want safety, hugs and cuddles 

IED's will leave bloody puddles 

Woke up in Nigeria 

Kicked out America 

Case of malaria 

Shit got scarier 

Got left with a gun and a pitbull terrier 

And a note from my dad said I hope God carry ya 

Fought one or two wars while I made It to the shores 

Y'know back to the home of a rock in Georgia 

To return as a king, Michael the benevolent 

Gold draped ridin' on the neck of an elephant