Joe LaPorta - Jeopardy lyrics

[Intro: k**er Mike] I'm gonna bang this b**h the f** out! You better -- You might wanna record the other way You finna look at history being made! This muthaf**a put a mirror on the goddamn screen Let's go, El-P! Huh? Champ! So what we gonna do Mick? [Verse 1: k**er Mike] I'm up at midnight, I'm dippin' off in my Nizzikes A gun and a metal pizzipe, a knizzife is to my rizzight I'm lurkin' servin' on pussies who lack a purpose I've got 'em filled up with frizzight like Mizzike is you all rizzight? I'm lookin' lurkin' on b**hes t**n' for service The b**hes bag is a Birkin, I'm yellin' screamin' and cursin' I'm putting pistols in faces at random places like b**h give it up or stand adjacent to Satan Batman chillin', the villains is here No Jesuses here, I hear the demons in my ear And I want it, I need it, see it, I take it Never fake it, wrap you motherf**ers up, leave you naked The j**el runners, top tag team for two summers Live and let live, f** you cuz cause that's a fool's honor I'm walkin' totin' on two llamas You n***as a** and trash and trash, f** it, I'm too honest So f** you f**boys forever, I hope I said it politely And that's about the psyche of Jaime and Mikey You meet another pair better - highly unlikely And if I can't rap, then maggot f**, then fight me I live for the thrill of the k**, yes it excites me You know your favorite rapper ain't sh** and me, I might be The closest representation of God you might see Pay honors like your momma young sonna and take a right knee The pa**ion of Pac, the depth of Nas, circa nine three Mix the mind of Brad Jordan and Chuck D and find me I spit with the diction of Malcolm or say a Bun B Prevail through Hell, so Satan get ye behind me (Run the Jewels) [Verse 2: El-P] I've never been much of sh**, by most measurements don't exist On the radar a little blip in the shadow of motherships Been smothered and brashly muffled by hucksters of global spin like the sign on my back says "stab me", my soul is your little b**h But maybe you should be careful when flipping a stranger's switch Like a**uming the war is won ain't a symptom of arrogance When nothing to lose a step up then everything's for the win So we grin in the face of frauds and tell monsters to s** our dick I live to spit on your grave, my existence is to disgrace you The kitten became a lion that look at your face like great food That's why we got the people behind us While other rappers are vaginas for the fame the j**el runners will always stay rude Motherf** your permission Was never yours to begin with And every bar of the b**h sh** you spit is your f**ing prison I been here making raw sh** and never asked to be lauded Run the Jewels is the answer, your question is "what's poppin'?"