paroles de chanson Oh My Darling Don't Cry - Run The Jewels
Oh
my
Oh
my
Fuck
the
law,
they
can
eat
my
dick,
that's
word
to
Pimp
Oh
my
(You
are
now
listening
to
Run
the
Jewels
2)
Fuck
the
law,
they
can
eat
my
dick,
that's
word
to
Pimp
I
don't
fuck
with
or
talk
like
all
these
fuckin'
imps
Style
violent,
give
a
fuck
if
you
deny
it,
kids
You
can
all
run
naked
backwards
through
a
field
of
dicks
Fuck
the
world,
don't
ask
me
for
shit,
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
assist
You
can't
slap
my
wrist,
I
don't
owe
you
shit
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
jewels
or
lose
your
fingers
Me
and
El-P
got
time
to
kill
Got
folks
to
kill
on
overkill
He
hangin'
out
the
window,
I
hold
the
wheel
There's
one
black,
one
white,
we
shoot
to
kill
That
fuckboy
life
about
to
be
repealed
That
fuckboy
shit
about
to
be
repelled
Fuckboy
Jihad,
kill
infidels
Allahu
Akbar,
BOOM
from
Mike
and
El
Life
is
hell,
death's
a
bitch
And
these
FUBAR
rulers
getting
rich
I
cop
a
zip,
it
opens
up
I
smoke
it
up,
go
home
and
fuck
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
fuck
I
fuckin'
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
ass
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
Oh
my
Don't
cry
Oh
my
Don't
cry
Oh
my
Don't
cry
We
run
this
spot
like
a
Chinese
sweatshop
Don't
stop
Work
a
worker
'til
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
class,
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?
Fuck
that
bitch
I'm
a
bastard
Megablast,
I'm
mega
lit
On
Highway
6 and
I'm
not
strapped
in
I
don't
crash,
bitch,
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
jewels
of
the
game
Whippin'
the
mixes
like
chickens
of
'caine
Spittin'
the
sickness
again
Parents
is
livid
again
Kids
is
just
fuckin'
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
fame
Oh
my
Don't
cry
Oh
my
Don't
cry
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