Twin Hype Back

Now come over here and let me give you a tongue kiss on your hot pocket

Me and Mikell go Twin Hype and do a dance on your windpipes
Put your fucking jazz hands back in your pants and get them shits sliced
Caught the ghost when I was yay high so today I stay way high
Do not worry about my habits, without sin Id probably hate life
This is dope as that hard white you stuff in a crack pipe
A hit of this, a kid with Tourettes will chill out and act right
Im fat but I dress nice and bitches finesse Mike
They suck the dick and squeeze on my belly like bagpipes
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?)
Ill bend you over on the roof while whistling Audio Two
They say that once a girl go Brooklyn no more soft dickll do
Im 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 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, youre the kind of girl I can really see myself artificially inseminating
Oh Im sorry, Im 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 dialogues dastardly
Lifes a tragedy generator operating at max capacity
This is porno for piraters, to the crooksit 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 dick bitch, not a fuck do I give
Im no respecter of person, Im 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 therell ever be cause I be what youll 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 shit given, El-Ps 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
Mikes a villain, Nick Hooks chillin
We dont have a need to know your feelings
We dont believe in the same shit anyway
Run the Jewels is not for your children

How you feeling now sweetheart ? A little more relaxed?
Maybe its 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 nights 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 Silvers, get a fish platter
You can take me home and massage me with butter all on my neck
I love you