El-P - Twin Hype Back lyrics

[Intro: Prince Paul as Chest Rockwell] Now come over here and let me give you a tongue kiss on your hot pocket... [Verse 1: El-P] Me and Mike'll go Twin Hype and do a dance on your windpipes Put your f**ing jazz hands back in your pants and get them sh**s 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 [Verse 2: k**er 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 b**hes finesse Mike They s** the dick and squeeze on my belly like bagpipes [Verse 3: El-P] I slap and I s** clits, I f** 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 [Verse 4: k**er Mike] 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 [Bridge: 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 your booty...hole Bad boy [Verse 5: El-P] This is born alone die alone, so my dialogue's dastardly Life's a tragedy generator operating at max capacity This is p**no for piraters, to the crooks it is relaxing I am foreign to that soft talk, you can tell it from my accent [Verse 6: k**er Mike] This is arrogant fat black, it is what it is This that stingy with dick b**h, not a f** 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 j**els 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 d**h You say you better, you better be [Verse 7: El-P] Not one sh** 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 k**ers Mike's a villain, Nick Hook's chillin' We don't have a need to know your feelings We don't believe in the same sh** anyway Run the Jewels is 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 gla** 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 ma**age me with bu*ter all on my neck I love you