Twin Hype Back Lyrics - Run The Jewels - Run The Jewels

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 fucking 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 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 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 

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 

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