Oh My Darling Don't Cry Lyrics - Run The Jewels, Vol. 2 - Run The Jewels

Oh my 

Oh my 

Fuck the law, they can eat my dick, that's word to Pimp 

(You are now listening to Run the Jewels 2) 

Fuck the law, they can eat my dick, that's word to Pimp 

I don't fuck with or talk like all these fuckin' imps 

Style violent, give a fuck if you deny it, kids 

You can all run naked backwards through a field of dicks 

Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit, that's word to B.I.G 

I dreamt we owned the world, but I've woken up and it don't exist, 

Soak it in and need no assist 

You can't slap my wrist, I don't owe you shit 

Trust me, I'm a doctor DOOM 

Oper-rate of my pulse won't raise a bit 

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Tip-toe on the track like a ballerina 

Ski mask in a Pontiac Catalina 

It's obese female opera singer 

You can run the jewels or lose your fingers 

Me and El-P got time to kill 

Got folks to kill on overkill 

He hangin' out the window, I hold the wheel 

There's one black, one white, we shoot to kill 

That fuckboy life about to be repealed 

That fuckboy shit about to be repelled 

Fuckboy Jihad, kill infidels 

Allahu Akbar, BOOM from Mike and El 

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Life is hell, death's a bitch 

And these FUBAR rulers getting rich 

I cop a zip, it opens up 

I smoke it up, go home and fuck 

C'est la vie girl, when in Rome 

I gave the face, please pay with dome 

My business card says you're in luck 

I do two things, I rap and fuck 

I fuckin' rap 

I tote the strap 

I smoke the kush 

I beat the puss 

I read the books, did the math 

Don't need a preacher preachin' on my behalf 

No teacher can't teach my arrogant ass 

I'm blowin' on crippy while readin' the scriptures as written by Egyptians while sippin' on whiskey 

Aye baby you with me? 

Oh my 

Don't cry We run this spot like a Chinese sweatshop 

Don't stop 

Work a worker 'til chest pop 

Cardiac arrested, I'm so invested 

I'm self-invented 

That's no illusion 

There's no confusion 

You see the future. You fear the future 

I've seen the truth and I'm so deluded 

I been a better bad guy than I been better than bad 

Been a better bully, talk beatin' on my chest 

In fact I'm half stack from a rack 

I been around the block, babe, I know a few facts 

Maniac, brainiac, run go tell them that 

ATLien, NY felon rap 

Handle me wrong I'm snappin' 

Show up at your class, what's happenin'? 

Schoolyard bully with a fully automatic 

Heart full of pain and a head full of havoc 

Everybody stepped on the kid I'm letting them have it (have it) 

Leaving they momma to say "what happened?" 

Who gonna buy my baby a casket? 

Fuck that bitch I'm a bastard 

Megablast, I'm mega lit 

On Highway 6 and I'm not strapped in 

I don't crash, bitch, I just skid 

You got the cash, I'll make the trip 

I make the trip, you better pay 

Done worse for less, don't make my day 

I'm not from Earth, from far away 

I bust through chests like baby greys 

Runnin' the jewels of the game 

Whippin' the mixes like chickens of 'caine 

Spittin' the sickness again 

Parents is livid again 

Kids is just fuckin' insane 

Pointin' that pistol and fist for the chain 

Reppin the symbol like they in a gang 

Delivery dope like a dosage of dope or a noseful of coke for a junkie or fiend 

Oh my 

Don't cry