Oh My Darling Don't Cry

Oh, my

Oh, my

Fuck the law, they can eat my dick, that's word to Pimp

Hol' up

Oh, my

(You are now listening to Run the Jewels 2)

Fuck the law, they can eat my dick, that's word to Pimp (yeah)

I don't fuck with or talk like all these fuckin' imps

Style violent, give a fuck if you deny it, kids (yeah)

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 and 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

There's 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That fuckboy life about to be repealed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

Allahu 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 fuckin' 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't teach my arrogant ass

I'm blowin' on crispy while readin' the scriptures as written by Egyptians while sippin' on whiskey

Aye baby, you with me?

Oh, my

Don't cry

Oh, my

Don't cry

Oh, my

Don't cry

Oh, my