El-P - Oh My Darling Don't Meow lyrics

[Intro A: Narrator] After a long night of drinking and partying with fast women, with his good friend El-P, Justin goes home to get some good rest. He turns on the TV, and it's Cat Week. What's the worst that could go wrong? [Intro B: El-P (k**er Mike)] Hold up (Oh my) [Verse 1: El-P] f** the law; they can eat my dick, that's word to Pimp I don't f** with or talk like all these f**in' imps Style violent, give a f** if you deny it, kids You can all run naked backwards through a field of dicks f** the world; don't ask me for sh**, 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, I need no a**ist, you can't slap my wrist, I don't owe you sh** Trust me, I'm a Doctor DOOM, oper-ate of my pulse, won't raise a bit [Verse 2: k**er 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 j**els or lose your fingers Me and El-P got time to k**, got folks to k** on overk** He hangin' out the window; I hold the wheel, one black, one white, we shoot to k** (Oh my God!) That f**boy life about to be repealed; that f**boy sh** about to be repelled f**boy Jihad, k** infidels, Allah Akbar, BOOM, from Mike and El [Verse 3: El-P] Life is hell, d**h's a b**h, and these fubar rulers getting rich I cop a zip, it opens up, I smoke it up, go home, and f** 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 f**." [Verse 4: k**er Mike] I f** 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 teach, my arrogant a**, I'm blowin' on crippy, while readin' inscriptions That's written by Egyptians, and sippin' on whiskey! Aye baby, you with me? [Hook: k**er Mike (Justin)] (Where am I? What is this? What are these- What are these cats doing?! What are they doing?! Stop, please, no!! STOP!!) Oh my, don't cry Oh my, don't cry [Verse 5: El-P] 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 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've... Been a better bad guy, than I been, better than bad Been a bit a bully talk, beating in my chest, in fact I'm a 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 rap [Verse 6: k**er Mike] Handle me wrong, I'm snappin'; show up at your cla**, what's happenin'? Schoolyard bully, with a fully automatic, heart full of pain and a head, full of havoc Everybody stepped on the kid, and I'm letting them have it Havoc, Leaving they momma, to say, "What happened!? Who gon' buy my baby a casket?" f** that b**h, I'm a ba*tard [Verse 7: El-P] Megablast, I'm mega lit, on Highway 6, and I'm not strapped in I don't crash, b**h, 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 [Verse 8: k**er Mike] Runnin' the j**els of the game, whippin' the mix is, like chickens of 'caine Spittin' the sentence again, parents is livid again, kids is just f**in' 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 [Hook 2: k**er Mike (Justin)] (God, I promise I will never hang out with the Run the Jewels again! El-P, what the f** did you do to my drake Don't cry (Why is f**ing cats screaming at me?!) Oh my (STOP!) Don't cry (What the fu*k do you mean, "Don't cry?!")