Run The Jewels, Prince Paul - Twin Hype Back lyrics

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 fucking jazz hands
Back in your pants
And get them shit's sliced
Caught the ghost when I was yay high
So today I stay way high
Do not worry about my habit's, 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 Tourette's 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 clit's
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'll 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
Hey, 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 bootyhole
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 gon' run me the jewels
I could wake up braindead tomorrow and
My soliloquy still will be
The illest there'll 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 Hook's 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