Killer Mike & El-P - Twin Hype Back feat. Prince Paul as Chest Rockwell Lyrics
[Intro: Prince Paul as Chest Rockwell]Now come over here and let me give you a tongue kiss on your hot pocket...[Verse 1: El-P]Me and Mike'll go Twin Hype and do a dance on your windpipesPut your *****ing jazz hands back in your pants and get them shits slicedCaught the ghost when I was yay high so today I stay way highDo not worry about my habits, without sin I'd probably hate life[Verse 2: Killer Mike]This is dope as that hard white you stuff in a crack pipeA hit of this, a kid with Tourette's will chill out and act rightI'm fat but I dress nice and *****es finesse MikeThey suck the dick and squeeze on my belly like bagpipes[Verse 3: El-P]I slap and I suck clits, I ***** in my church shoesHumblest guy in the room and I am in the room too (get it?)I'll bend you over on the roof while whistling Audio TwoThey say that once a girl go Brooklyn no more soft dick'll do[Verse 4: Killer Mike]I'm so Rakim and Eric B*****es check out my melodyI might Slick Rick on a fella (foul), catch me a felonyHey, I'mma Saibot a ho, POW! Catch me a caseProducto must have rolled this L because this blunt feel laced[Bridge: Chest Rockwell]I must say you do look stunningI mean, you're the kind of girl I can really see myself artificially inseminatingOh I'm sorry, I'm being a little aggressive, right?Can we start from the beginning? My name is Chest Rockwell, right? And I love to make love to your booty...holeBad boy[Verse 5: El-P]This is born alone die alone, so my dialogue's dastardlyLife's a tragedy generator operating at max capacityThis is porno for piraters, to the crooks it is relaxingI am foreign to that soft talk, you can tell it from my accent[Verse 6: Killer Mike]This is arrogant fat black, it is what it isThis that stingy with dick, *****, not a ***** do I giveI'm no respecter of person, I'm no respecter of rulesI catch the prince of England slipping, he goin' run me the jewelsI could wake up brain dead tomorrow and my soliloquy still will beThe illest there'll ever be cause I be what you'll never beMy pugnacious rhyme patterns prove pitbull in my pedigreeAnd dogs fight to the death, you say you better, you better be[Verse 7: El-P]Not one shit give, El-P's chillin'Raised in a shack in the back of the villageTrained by the wolves in the woodsTo avenge on the men who elected themselves my killersMike's a villain, Nick Hooks chillin'We don't have a need to know you feelingsWe don't believe in the same shit anyway, Run the Jewels in not for your children[Outro: Chest Rockwell]How you feeling now sweetheart? A little more relaxed?Maybe it's that half a molly I put in your Mountain Dew.Yeah, works like a charm. Just chill out for a second, relax, relax, I got it under control.I got you a glass of Beefeater, I got a brand new deck of Uno cards...Oh yeah baby, the night's just getting started.Ok, how about I come over tonight and pick you up in my brand new Segway.We can go over to Long John Silver's, get a fish platterYou can take me home and massage me with butter all on my neckI love you
