Twin Hype Back (feat. Prince Paul)

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 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 prolly hate life

This is dope as that hard white you stuff in a crack pipe

A hit of this, a kid with turrets 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

I'll bend you over on a roof while whistlin' audio too

They say that once a girl go Brooklyn, no more soft dick'll do

I'm Rakim and Eric B., bitches check out my melody

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

Hey, I might shine pro 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?

Okay let me 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

Like some 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 is that stand you indignant, not a fuck do I give

I'm no respecter of person, I'm no respecter of rules

I catch the prince of England slippin', he gon' run me the jewels

I could wake up brain dead tomorrow, my soliloquy still'd be

The illest there ever be 'cause I be what you never be

My pugnacious rhyme patterns prove pit bull in my pedigree

And dogs fight to the death, you say you better, you'd better be

Not one shit given, El-P chilling

Raised in a shack in the back of the village

Trained by the wolves in the woods to avenge

On the man who elected themselves my killers

Mike's a villain, Nick cold chilling

We don't have a need to know your feelin's

We don't believe in the same shit anyway

Run The Jewels is not for your children

How you feelin' 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

Tonight's just gettin' started

Okay, how 'bout 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