Legend Has It

Hear what I say, we are the business today

Fuck shit is finished today

RT & J, we the new PB & J

We dropped a classic today

We did a tablet of acid today

Lit joints with the masses and ashes away

SKRRRT! We dash away

Donner and Dixon, the pistol is blastin' away

Doctors of death

Curing our patients of breath

We oughta pay you the trust

Crooked at work

Cookin' up curses and slurs

Smokin' my brain into mush

I became famous for blamin' you fucks

Maimin' my way through the brush

There is no training or taming of me and my bruh

Look like a man, but I'm animal raw

We are the murderous pair

That went to jail and we murdered the murderers there

Then went to Hell and discovered the devil

Delivered some hurt and despair

Used to have powder to push

Now I smoke pounds of the kush

Holy, I'm burnin' a bush

Now I give a fuck about none of this shit

Jewel runner over and out of this bitch

Woo!

Woo!

Step into the spotlight, woo!

Woo!

Copping of uppers and downers get done

I'm in a rush to be numb

Droppin' a thousand ain't much

Come from the clouds

On a missile to turn this whole town into dust

Don't make a sound, baby, hush

I am the living swipe right on the mic, I'm a slut

I don't know how to not spit like a lout

I'll spill a pound of my kids on your couch

Half of a mongol and mythical team

Feelin' this treacherous theme

Legend says El is a spawn out of Hell

The myth is my mom is a murderous queen

Your life can end like in Godfather 1

You get the gun as I christen my son

If I die today and it's Hell I should pay

Tell the Lord Mikey said, "Fuck, it was fun"

Every new record's my dick in a box

We get a doozy, the moola's a lock

You're getting used to me doing no wrong

I don't play chicken, you prick, I'm a fox

You wanna kick it, I'll give you the rock

You kiss the wood chipper blade if you bark

I'm fuckin' magic, in fact I'm a warlock can talk

I got a unicorn horn for a (Stop)

Woo!

Woo!

Step into the spotlight, woo!

Woo!

And the crowd goes (RTJ!)

And the crowd goes (RTJ!)

And the crowd goes (RTJ!)

And the crowd goes (RTJ!)

(RTJ!)

(RTJ!)

(RTJ!)

Mike Pentangeli won't snitch

I'll rent a room at the Ritz

I'll sip a fifth of the whisk

I'll smoke a dub in the tub

Then I will split both my wrists

I'll pull a sword on you simps

Just for the flick of the wrist

Kitchen ain't givin' a miss

Me and Mike skip away whistlin' and grin

Every day's golden when you only win

Bullyin' bastards and beatin' on beats

Sounds like a day at the beach, preach

I keep the metals to step on your feet

Before you can speak, blaow to the teeth

We move on one to ones, you think I'm meek

You think I'm lyin', you right, see my teeth

Don't be a bore when I roar if I move

Hunting's no fun when your prey doesn't move

I'll put a gun to a bunny like choose

Say somethin' funny or bunny go boom

You got a bevy of shit you could groove

We'd like to thank you for choosing our crew

And that's from the crew you can trust

Warranty plus for fuckin' shit up

We are the no-gooders, do-gooders

Known to the dancers and dealers and doers of dust