Twin Hype Back (Instrumental)

Now come over here and let me give you a tongue kiss on your hot pocket

Me and Mike will go Twin Hype and do a dance on your windpipes

Put your fucking 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 probably hate life

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

A hit of this, a kid with Tourrets 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 (Get it?)

I'll bend you over on the roof while whistling Audio Two

They say that once a girl go Brooklyn no more soft dick will do

I'm so Rakim and Eric B

Bitches check out my melody

I might Slick Rick on a fella (Foul), catch me a felony

Ay, I might Shyne Po 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?

Can we 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

Life's a 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 that stingy with dick, bitch, not a fuck do I give

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

I catch the prince of England slipping, he goin' run me the jewels

I could wake up brain dead tomorrow and my soliloquy still will be

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

My pugnacious rhyme patterns prove pitbull in my pedigree

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

Not one shit given, El-P's chillin'

Raised in a shack in the back of the village

Trained by the wolves in the woods

To avenge on the men who elected themselves my killers

Mike's a villain, Nick Hooks chillin'

We don't have a need to know your feelings

We don't believe in the same shit anyway, Run the Jewels is not for your children

How you feeling 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, the night's just getting started

Okay, how about 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