Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hey Kids (Bumaye), artist - Run the Jewels. Date of issue: 24.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hey Kids (Bumaye) |
| Hey, hey k- |
| Hey kids! |
| (This is so crazy!) |
| Say hello to the masters, on behalf of the classless masses |
| We showed up, ski masks, picks, and axes to murder asses |
| Lift up our glasses and watch your palaces burn to ashes |
| Fucking fascists, who the fuck are you to give fifty lashes |
| All cause I’m motivated, stimulated, never smoking simulated happy and burning |
| hashes |
| Killer, killer, dealing with him like he’s a squealer |
| Get 'em, got 'em, shout 'em, and flipped the matress |
| Woo! |
| I’m the man bitch, got big ideas, got plans to rob |
| Any Rothschild living, Bill Gates and the ghost of Jobs |
| Yeah I said it, I meant it, I ain’t flinchin, Marshawn Lynchin' it |
| Run through a motherfucker’s face like ig’nant, isn’t it |
| Domain eminent, we the preeminant |
| Villainous willingness, spitting this ready raw rap shit rhyme ridiculous |
| Enemy grave he digging it, then we piss in it |
| Us go to hell, we been in it, gettin' it, yeah |
| Bumaye |
| Bumaye |
| Bumaye |
| Bumaye |
| Aye, aye kids |
| I’m the fucking tits, I hold no regard for no fucking myth, hey |
| I lived half my life to give half my cash to these half man imps |
| They got half a heart, they give half a fuck, they got half the guns |
| I got half an hour, I’ll burn half a pound and I have to run |
| Killers of the earth get scared |
| You do not get one word |
| You do not live for the heard |
| Even you living’s absurd, better off kicked to the curb |
| That is my word |
| Back in the Berenstein timeline zip, no wins for the kid oh shit I got curved |
| In the Berenstain riff, I’m a Biff, so sick when the clock is lit, |
| the whip swerve |
| It’s like nothin' not broke, can’t stand the scope in the booth |
| I disrobe like pederast pope on a play-date |
| Better call may day, baby I’ll spray, I’m an AK |
| They flayed and plated, I’m serving dead meat fame to table |
| Cain to Abel, death’s apprentice |
| Run the Jewels’ll make last breaths Brexit |
| Bumaye |
| Bumaye |
| Bumaye |
| Bumaye |
| Word architect, when I arch the tech, I’ll part ya' neck |
| Got bars on deck, that Xanax flow, make you nod your head |
| Like a gram of blow, you inject |
| My words infect like insects havin' incest, I’m in check, like pay day on a |
| Thursday and it’s Wednesday |
| I’m sensei, you bouquet, you menstruate |
| That’s pussy all on your template, we skate, skate on 'em twenty-eight |
| Get pearl tongue like every day, so I Run them Jewels in every state |
| I kill a mic with Killer Mike, roll el’s out a p with El-P |
| My self-esteem on king, got head so big no crown can’t fit me |
| No bitch on my ding-a-ling when she ride on it she wet like a jet-ski |
| Please be alarmed, be warned |
| Please be alarmed, be warned |
| Give up that charm or get harmed |
| Watch, too or your time gone, and the rings or your life pawned and we gone |
| You made my eardrums bleed and I will pinch you |