Jeopardy

I'm gonna bang this bitch the fuck out!

You better-, you might wanna record the other way

You finna look at history bein' made in this motherfucker

Put a mirror on the goddamn screen!

Let's go, El-P!

Huh? Champ! So what we gonna do, Mick?

I'm up at midnight, I'm dippin' off in my Nizzikes

A gun and a metal pizzipe, a knizzife is to my rizzight

I'm lurkin' servin' on pussies who lack a purpose

I've got 'em filled up with frizzight like, "Mizzike is you all rizzight?"

I'm lookin' lurkin' on bitches twerkin' for service

The bitches bag is a Birkin, I'm yellin' screamin' and cursin'

I'm puttin' pistols in faces at random places like

Bitch, give it up or stand adjacent to Satan

Bad man chillin', the villains is here

No Jesuses here, I hear the demons in my ear

And I want it, I need it, see it, I take it

Never fake it, wrap you motherfuckers up, leave you naked

The jewel runners, top tag team for two summers

Live and let live, fuck you cuz, 'cause that's a fool's honor

I'm walkin' totin' on two llamas

You niggas ass and trash and trash, fuck it, I'm too honest

So fuck you fuckboys forever, hope I said it politely

And that's about the psyche of Jaime and Mikey

You meet another pair better, highly unlikely

And if I can't rap, then maggot fuck, then fight me

I live for the thrill of the kill, yes, it excites me

You know your favorite rapper ain't shit and me, I might be

The closest representation of God you might see

Pay honors like your momma, young sonna and take a right knee

The passion of Pac, the depth of Nas, circa '93

Mix the mind of Brad Jordan and Chuck D and find me

I spit with the diction of Malcolm or say a Bun B

Prevail through Hell, so Satan, get ye behind me

(Run the Jewels)

I've never been much of shit, by most measurements don't exist

On the radar a little blip in the shadow of motherships

Been smothered and brashly muffled by hucksters of global spin

Like the sign on my back says "stab me", my soul is your little bitch