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Oh My Darling Don't Cry (ft. Michael Winslow)

Oh myFuck the law, they can eat my dick, that's word to Pimp

(Hold on)

(Oh my)

(You are now listening to Run the Jewels 2)

Fuck the law, they can eat my dick, that's word to Pimp

I don't fuck with or talk like all these fuckin' imps

Style violent, give a fuck if you deny it, kids

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 and 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 bitTip-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

That fuckboy life about to be repealed

That fuckboy shit about to be repelled

Fuckboy Jihad, kill infidels

Allahu Akbar, BOOM from Mike and ElLife 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 fuckI fuckin' 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

Aye baby you with me?Oh my

Don't cryWe run this spot like a Chinese sweatshop

Don't stop

Work a worker 'til his 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 them that

ATLien, NY felon rapHandle 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 I'm letting them have it (have it)

Leaving they momma to say "what happened?"

Who gonna buy my baby a casket?

Fuck that bitch I'm a bastardMegablast, 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 greysRunnin' the jewels of the game

Whippin' the mixes like chickens of 'caine

Spittin' the sickness 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 fiendOh my

Don't cry

Songwriters

TORBITT SCHWARTZ, MICHAEL RENDER, JAMIE MELINE, WILDER ZOBYPublished by

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