Twin Hype Back

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 fuckin' jazz hands back in your pants and get them - 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 b- finesse Mike

They suck the d- and squeeze on my belly like bagpipes

I slap, and I suck clits, I f- 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

B- check out my melody

I might Slick Rick on a fella (foul), catch me a felony

Hey, I might Shyne Po a hoe (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 (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-, b-, 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 s- 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 a chillin'

We don't have a need to know your feelings

We don't believe in the same s- 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 (I love you, I love you, I love you)