Terrible 2's (feat. Run The Jewels) (Explicit Ver.)

Run your, run your Run your, run your damn jewels Run your, run your Run your, run your damn jewels Run your, run, run your RTJ Run your, run your damn jewels Preemo, yeah Run your Run your, run, run your damn jewels Hahaha, jewels Verse 1: Killer Mike The jewelry lifters, the sticky finger money getters Grimy as crime rhymers, find dining in dive diners Out of line, never mind-ers, and fuck all you guideliners That be playing squeaky clean, 'cause we dirty as coal miners Getting head, blowing purple kush, smoke to the headliners And if El say, You dead, then you dead—we bedtime you Bedtimer, then we leave Atlanta on airliner Where they go Who knows Asia Minor or Carolina Either way, promise po-po-pos will not find us Different hoes, area code-code-codes, they will hide us Different flows like a menstrual cycle, this is Michael Sick psycho, I be feeling like life is a bit trifle Big rifle— Shh, don't tell your enemy shit, Michael But I don't like 'em, and I just wanna fight 'em, strike 'em and bite 'em Hate 'em, bathe 'em in my gasoline dreams and just ignite 'em Run the Jewels, we the terrible twos, so kids like 'em, yeah Chorus T-T-Terrible twos Boy, I ain't nothing to play with Run your damn jewels T-T-Terrible twos Boy, I ain't nothing to play with Run your damn jewels Te-Te-Terrible twos Bo-Bo-Boy, I ain't nothing to play with Run your, run your damn jewels Terrible, -ble, -ble twos Boy, I ain't nothing to play with Run your damn jewels Verse 2: El-P Run the Jewels are creature feature Come meet a couple dreamer deceasers Ether breather, your grief is a sweetest treat to eat up Cleanup crew to the leaders of all you Peter beaters Put a POS in a team of weepers, your guap gettin' seizured From the top, I'm a tyrant, topple tons of these pussies Dead carpet event attender, celebrity mushin' You better off dead as a Harley varsity letter grade I'm a crime pays believer—you heated Invent a better way Funny how you all tried denyin' us 'til the climate changed This type of consistent flame weapon-grade, never fade Look at how we wrecked the game Ayy, don't see it oddly They want to Jamal Khashoggi me—they're petrified I'll never change I'm rearranging that thing that you call a fa-a-ace But fuck the law on earth, run on up to the pigs' spa-a-ce We dangerous and we pa-a-aid This is a ra-a-aid, better tuck the cha-a-ain Chorus: Killer Mike Terrible twos Boy, I ain't nothing to play with Run your damn jewels Terrible, -ble, -ble twos Boy, I ain't nothing to play with Run your, run your damn jewels T-T-Terrible twos Boy, I ain't nothing to play with Run your damn jewels T-T-Terrible twos Boy, I ain't nothing to play with Run, run your damn Jewels