Twin Hype Back (feat. Prince Paul) (Explicit)

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 f**king jazz hands back in your pants and get them s**ts 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 d**e 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 B*****s finesse Mike

They suck the d**k and squeeze on my belly like bagpipes

I slap and I suck clits I f**k 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 d**k'll do

I'm so Rakim and Eric B

B***hes 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 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 d**k b***h not a f**k 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'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 s**t 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 s chillin'

We don't have a need to know your feelings

We don't believe in the same s**t 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

Ok 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