Enwind - Run It lyrics

[Verse 1: Already A Thief] I'm runnin' the beat of this song Like I'm runnin' my feet and I'm gone The look on your face like I did somethin' wrong Cuz I did somethin' wrong I run the j**els like Aidan's runnin' from Jules… Okay that was a little bit cruel But I do what I do and you say what you say And it's the same everyday so I'm makin' you pay like "Oh dear what the f** have we here?" Two bros both ready to go in here. Gonna shift in gear If we hurt your feelings we don't care… Oh sh** what the hell have we done? It's my life and its only just begun So I'm gonna f** your sh** with a machine gun so you better f**ing run f** me? Nah, f** you brah Ask me who I am like (who are you?) Oh I thought you new I'm that dude who runs the j**els You think it's cool? Well it's not I got caught Oh by the way I f**ed your thot, That Hoe Over There I f**ed her… On top of the bed right there pounding Same time under the blanket she's cowerin' [Verse 2: Enwind] Pa** it off like Marshawn Lynch But I'm not gonna throw it away in a pinch. I'll plow through these b**hes like a tank Get behind me but don't forget to give thanks… For this life you're given don't throw it away Hand it off like me and my boy today I'm goin' all in, bet your life on me No more debts I'm here to set you all free No more of this preachy bullsh** Get it together or I'll meet you in the bullpen We'll duke it out like Muhammad Ali But I'm Mike tyson (what?) Can't you see?? You'll lose an eye along with an ear I'm fiercer than your mom with a gla** a beer You think you've had it rough, you think you're tough? Wait till I redefine the meaning of su*kS Run for your mom, run for your dad I'll come for them too, with my gat You think that's cla**y, think that's cool? Think I give a f** about this fool? And that's putting it lightly, cause we all know what you are A washed up wanna be working at a bar Getting tips in the form of sages Packing bags and leaving for Vegas Finding nothing there but loss and defeat No j**els here, get back on your feet C'mon don't let 'em count you out Get your ASS up into that bout You've still got a chance to make things complete No more haters saying you're obsolete When you stand on that pedestal saying “Look f**ers its me!” They'll see!!!! [Verse 3: Already A Thief] And the crowd chants "k** that ba*tard!" But I say "f** that b**h!" You ready to meet your maker? Well I'm sendin' you all the way down under b**h Hear that thunder kid? That's the sound when lightning hits Cuz I'm spittin' quick to spite you b**h Gonna fight you kid like Tyson did You're a Dyson b**h cuz you're s**in' dick So take that hose and s** your dick But the hoes won't s** your dick You piece of sh** I'm flushin' you… Oh so you cute you're blushing too That makes me puke so I'm punchin' you Crunching bones I'm in my zone I'm in my throne So get on your knees and bow to me Do I sound angry? Well maybe I AM! I'm already a thief though I've always been cheap so I'm runnin' the j**els to make me dough So while your down on your knees be ready to deep throat You're doin' it for free though Why? Cuz I say so You ain't my amigo Say hi to my ego then bye as we go D-d-d, d-d-d, down to your negro… Let me make it clear what I mean though No discrimino, más rapido or should I go slow? No I'm gonna pick it up a little bit to make it go quick So the burns hit gonna make more fit Gonna f** your b**h only if my dick fits But it's a slim fit But a big dicks in my jeans (genes) [Verse 4: Enwind] Comin' in like a train Comin' straight for your face You can't run b**h you can't keep pace It's faster than a race so you better embrace The spot you're in cause that ain't changing Just like a noose, It'll leaving you hanging From the ceiling with your morals dangling Round and round as the fans go “Look at him so high on that throne” Time to bring you down, sit down for a while And experience what it feels like to be a child Let me teach you a lesson in rapping son Ain't no substitute for what's not done Time to show you the basics son No guns, no rum just rhymes and fun Jk f** that its all about the wordplay Like rhyming h*mos**ual with gay… But lets be real I've all got standards Not some kid who can just say ba*tard… With a pen in one hand, paper in the other Time to make a difference we've got each other I don't get the last word but that's okay My man over here's gonna make my day Nope not done, one more thing Don't be a b**h….. That's it [Verse 5: Already A Thief] I won't be a b**h as long as this kid don't say sh** Cuz if he does Imma kick him in a ditch Rub his face in the dirt that's what b**hes deserve Disgrace to this earth when your momma gave birth… Look at the clock cuz its my time But its runnin' out to spit a little rhyme So I'm gonna go quick To make it shine to make it mine So let's pick it up to make more time To show you why I'm that guy you don't wanna f** with