[Intro: Prince Paul]

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 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, I'd probably hate life

[Verse 2: 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

[Verse 3: 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

[Verse 4: 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 ho, POW! Catch me a case

Producto must have rolled this L because this blunt feel laced

[Bridge: Prince Paul]

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 porno for piraters, to the crooks it is relaxing

I am foreign to that soft talk, you can tell it from my accent

[Verse 6: 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 braindead 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 death, you say you better, you better be

[Verse 7: 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 Hook's chillin'

We don't have a need to know your feelings

We don't believe in the same shit anyway

Run the Jewels is not for your children

[Outro: Prince Paul]

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 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 massage me with butter all on my neck

I love you