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Fuck the law, they can eat my dick, that's word to Pimp
Hold up
(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, I 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
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, 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That fuckboy life about to be repealed, that fuckboy shit about to be repelled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, Allah Akbar, BOOM, from Mike and El
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 fuck and 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 teach my arrogant ass
I'm blowin' on crippy while readin' inscriptions that's written by Egyptians
And sippin' on whiskey, aye baby, you with me?

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(Whip Crack!)
We run this spot like a Chinese sweatshop
Don't stop, work it, work it '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've! Been a better bad guy than I been, better than bad
Been a bit a bully talk, beating on my chest, in fact
I'm a 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 and I'm letting them have it
Havoc, leaving they momma to say, "What happened!?"
Who gon' 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 mix is like chickens of 'caine
Spittin' the sentence 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

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