Oh My Darling Don't Cry

歌詞

Susan de Lange: Darling-d-d-darling Dar-dar-dar-dar-d-ling Darling, dar-ling-ling D-D-D-arling Killer Mike: Oh my Oh my El-P: Fuck the law, they can eat my dick, that's word to Pimp Hold up Killer Mike and Michael Winslow: Oh my (You are now listening to Run the Jewels 2) El-P and Killer Mike: 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, I 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 Killer Mike: 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He hangin' out the window, I hold the wheel One black, one white, we shoot to kill That fuckboy life about to be repealed That fuckboy shit about to be repelled Fuckboy Jihad, kill infidels Allah Akbar, boom from Mike and El El-P: Life is hell, death's a bitch And these fubar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 Killer Mike: I fuck and 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 teach my arrogant ass I'm blowin' on crippy while readin' inscriptions that's written by Egyptians and sippin' on whiskey Ay, baby you with me? Oh my Don't cry Oh my Don't cry Oh my Don't cry Oh my Don't cry El-P: We run this spot like a Chinese sweatshop Don't stop, work it work it till chest pop Cardiac arrested, I'm so invested, I'm self-invented That's no illusion, there's no confusion You see the future, you fear the future I've seen the truth and I'm so deluded, I Been a better bad guy than I been better than bad Been a bit a bully talk beating in my chest in fact I'm a half stack from a rack I been around the block, babe, I know a few facts Maniac, brainiac, run go tell them that ATLien, NY felon rap Killer Mike: Handle me wrong I'm snappin' Show up at your class, what's happenin'? Schoolyard bully with a fully automatic Heart full of pain and a head full of havoc Everybody stepped on the kid and I'm letting them have it, havoc Leaving they momma to say "What happened?" Who gon' buy my baby a casket? Fuck that bitch I'm a bastard El-P: Megablast, I'm mega lit On Highway 6 and I'm not strapped in I don't crash, bitch, I just skid You got the cash, I'll make the trip I make the trip, you better pay Done worse for less, don't make my day I'm not from Earth, from far away I bust through chests like baby greys Killer Mike: Runnin' the jewels of the game Whippin' the mix is like chickens of 'caine Spittin' the sentence again Parents is livid again Kids is just fuckin' insane Pointin' that pistol and fist for the chain Reppin' the symbol like they in a gang Delivery dope like a dosage of dope or a noseful of coke for a junkie or fiend Oh my Don't cry Oh my Don't cry