Artist: Run the Jewels f/ Michael Winslow Album: RTJ2 Song: Oh My Darling Don't Cry Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [Intro] Oh my... [El-P] Fuck the law, they can eat my dick, that's word to Pimp... Hold up! [Michael Winslow] You are now listening to Run the Jewels 2! ...RunTheJewels2Runthejewels2RUNTHEJEWELS2RUNTHEJEWELS2... [El-P] Fuck the law, they can eat my dick, that's word to Pimp (Yeh!) I don't fuck with or talk like all these fuckin imps Style violent, give a fuck if you deny it kids (Yeh!) You can all run naked backwards to a field of DICKS~! Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit, that's word to B.I.G. I dreamt we own 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, do 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, there's one black, one white, we shoot to kill (Oh my God!) That fuckboy life about to be repealed, that fuckboy shit about to be repelled Fuckboy Jihad, kill infidels, "Allahu Akbar - BOOM!" from Mike and El [El-P] Life is hell, death's a bitch, and these FUBAR rulers gettin 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 get a 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't teach my arrogant ass I'm blowin on crippy while readin the scriptures as written by Egyptians while sippin on whiskey (Hahahahaha!) Aye baby, you with me? [Chorus] Don't-don't, don't-don't, don't (Oh my...) Don't-don't, don't-d-d-d-d-don't-don't cry Don't-don't, don't-don't, don't (Oh my...) Don't-don't, don't-d-d-d-d-don't-don't cry Don't-don't, don't-don't, don't (Oh my...) Don't-don't, don't-d-d-d-d-don't-don't cry Don't-don't, don't-don't, don't (Oh my...) Don't-don't, don't-d-d-d-d-don't-don't cry [El-P] {*whip crack*} We run this spot like a Chinese sweatshop Don't stop, work it-work it 'til 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 better bully, talk beatin on my chest, in fact I'm half stack from a rack, I been around the block, babe, I know a few facts Maniac, brainiac, run go tell 'em that, ATLien/NY felon rap (Back a-GAIN~!) [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 Er'rybody stepped on the kid, I'm lettin them have it, have it Leavin they momma to say "What happened? Who gonna buy my baby a casket?" FUCK that bitch and bastard! (GONE!) [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 mixes like chickens of 'caine Spittin the sickness a-gain, parents is livid a-gain, 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 [Chorus]