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Oh my

Fuck the law, they can eat my dick, that's word to
(Hold on)
(Oh my)
(You are now to Run the Jewels 2)
Fuck the law, they can eat my dick, that's word to
I don't fuck or talk like all these fuckin' imps
Style violent, give a if you deny it, kids
You can all run naked through a field of dicks
Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit, that's to B.I.G
I dreamt we owned the world, but I've woken up and it exist
Soak it in and need no assist. You can't slap my wrist, I don't owe you
Trust me, I'm a doctor
Oper-rate of my pulse won't a bit

on the track like a ballerina
Ski mask in a Pontiac
It's obese female opera
You can run the or lose your fingers
Me and El-P got time to
Got folks to on overkill
He hangin' out the window, I the wheel
one black, one white, we shoot to kill
That life about to be repealed
fuckboy shit about to be repelled
Fuckboy Jihad, kill
Allahu Akbar, from Mike and El

Life is hell, a bitch
And these FUBAR rulers getting
I cop a zip, it up
I smoke it up, go home and
la vie girl, when in Rome
I gave the face, please pay dome
My business says you're in luck
I do two things, I rap and

I rap
I tote the
I smoke the
I beat the
I the books, did the math
Don't need a preachin' on my behalf
No teacher teach my arrogant ass
I'm on crippy while readin' the scriptures
as written by Egyptians sippin' on whiskey
Aye you with me?

Oh my
cry

We run spot like a Chinese sweatshop
Don't
Work a worker his chest pop
Cardiac arrested, I'm so
I'm
no illusion
There's no
You see the future, you the future
I've seen the truth and I'm so
I been a bad guy than I been better than bad
Been a bully, talk beatin' on my chest
In fact I'm half from a rack
I been the block, babe, I know a few facts
Maniac, brainiac, run go tell them
ATLien, NY rap

Handle me wrong I'm
Show up at your class, what's
Schoolyard with a fully automatic
Heart of pain and a head full of havoc
stepped on the kid I'm letting them have it (have it)
Leaving momma to say "what happened?"
Who gonna buy my a casket?
Fuck bitch I'm a bastard

Megablast, I'm lit
On Highway 6 and I'm not in
I don't crash, bitch, I just
You got the cash, make the trip
I make the trip, you pay
worse for less, don't make my day
I'm not from Earth, far away
I bust through chests baby greys

the jewels of the game
Whippin' the mixes like chickens of
Spittin' the sickness
is livid again
Kids is just insane
Pointin' that pistol and for the chain
the symbol like they in a gang
Delivery dope like a dosage of or
a noseful of for a junkie or fiend

Oh my
cry