Artist: Run the Jewels f/ Prince Paul as Chest Rockwell Album: Run the Jewels Song: Twin Hype Back Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com, Run the Jewels [Intro: Chest Rockwell] Now come over here, and let me give you a tongue kiss... on yo' hot pocket [El-P] Me and Mike'll go Twin Hype and do a dance on your windpipes Put your fuckin jazz hands back in your pants or get them shits sliced Caught the ghost when I was yay high, so today I stay way high Do not worry 'bout my habits, without sin I'd prol'ly hate life [Killer Mike] 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 [El-P] 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'll do [Killer Mike] 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 hoe - POW! Catch me a case Producto must have rolled this L because this blunt feel laced! [Interlude: Chest Rockwell] 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 yo' booty...hole Bad Boy [El-P] 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 [Killer Mike] 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 brain dead tomorrow and my soliloquy still'll 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! [El-P] 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 in not for your children [Outro: Chest Rockwell] 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 'bout I come over tonight and pick you up in my brand new Segway? We can go over to Long John Silvers, get a fish platter You can take me home and massage me with butter all on my neck I love you!