Run The Jewels - Oh My Darling lyrics

Oh my f** the law, they can eat my dick, that's word to Pimp (Hold on) (Oh my) (You are now listening to Run the Jewels 2) 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 and need no a**ist. You can't slap my wrist, I don't owe you sh** Trust me, I'm a doctor DOOM Oper-rate of my pulse won't raise a bit 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He hangin' out the window, I hold the wheel There's one black, one white, we shoot to k** That f**boy life about to be repealed That f**boy sh** about to be repelled f**boy Jihad, k** infidels Allahu Akbar, BOOM from Mike and El Life is hell, d**h's a b**h And these FUBAR rulers getting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** I f**in' 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't teach my arrogant a** I'm blowin' on crippy while readin' the scriptures as written by Egyptians while sippin' on whiskey Aye baby you with me? Oh my Don't cry We run this spot like a Chinese sweatshop Don't stop Work a worker 'til his chest pop Cardiac arrested, I'm so invested I'm self-invented That's 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 been a better bad guy than I been better than bad Been a better bully, talk beatin' on my chest In fact I'm 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 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 I'm letting them have it (have it) Leaving they momma to say "what happened?" Who gonna buy my baby a casket? f** that b**h I'm a ba*tard 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 Runnin' the j**els of the game Whippin' the mixes like chickens of 'caine Spittin' the sickness 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 Oh my Don't cry