Oh My Darling Don't Meow (Just Blaze Remix)

After a long night of drinking and partying with fast women

With his good friend El-P, Justin goes home to get some good rest

He turns on the TV, and it's Cat Week

What's the worst that could go wrong?

Hold up

(Oh my)

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, operate 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 (oh my God!)

That fuckboy life about to be repealed; that fuckboy shit about to be repelled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?

(Where am I? What is this? What are these?)

(What are these cats doing?)

(What are they doing? Stop, please, no stop)

Oh my, don't cry, oh my, don't car, 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 no illusion, there's no confusion