Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Meowpurrdy, artist - Run the Jewels.
Date of issue: 25.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Meowpurrdy |
I’m gonna bang this bitch the fuck out! |
You better -- You might wanna record the other way |
You finna look at history being made in this muthafucka! |
Put a mirror on the goddamn screen! |
Let’s go, El-P! |
Huh? |
Champ! |
So what we gonna do Mick? |
I’m up at midnight, I’m dippin' off in my Nizzikes |
A gun and a metal pizzipe, a knizzife is to my rizzight |
I’m lurkin' servin' on pussies who lack a purpose |
I’ve got 'em filled up with frizzight like, «Mizzike is you all rizzight?» |
I’m lookin' lurkin' on bitches twerkin' for service |
The bitches bag is a Birkin, I’m yellin' screamin' and cursin' |
I’m putting pistols in faces at random places like |
Bitch give it up or stand adjacent to Satan |
Batman chillin', the villains is here |
No Jesuses here, |
I hear the demons in my ear |
And I want it, I need it, see it, I take it |
Never fake it, wrap you motherfuckers up, |
leave you naked |
The jewel runners, top tag team for two summers |
Live and let live, fuck you cuz cause that’s a fool’s honor |
I’m walkin' totin' on two llamas |
You niggas ass and trash and trash, fuck it, I’m too honest |
So fuck you fuckboys forever, I hope I said it politely |
And that’s about the psyche of Jaime and Mikey |
You meet another pair better — highly unlikely |
And if I can’t rap, then maggot fuck, then fight me |
I live for the thrill of the kill, yes it excites me |
You know your favorite rapper ain’t shit and me, I might be |
The closest representation of God you might see |
Pay honors like your momma young sonna and take a right knee |
The passion of Pac, the depth of Nas, circa nine three |
Mix the mind of Brad Jordan and Chuck D and find me |
I spit with the diction of Malcolm or say a Bun B |
Prevail through Hell, so Satan get ye behind me |
(Run the Jewels) |
I’ve never been much of shit, by most measurements don’t exist |
On the radar a little blip in the shadow of motherships |
Been smothered and brashly muffled by hucksters of global spin |
like the sign on my back says «stab me», my soul is your little bitch |
But maybe you should be careful when flipping a stranger’s switch |
Like assuming the war is won ain’t a symptom of arrogance |
When nothing to lose a step up then everything’s for the win |
So we grin in the face of frauds and tell monsters to suck our dicks |
I live to spit on your grave, my existence is to disgrace you |
The kitten became a lion that look at your face like great food |
That’s why we got the people behind us |
While other rappers are vaginas for the fame, the jewel runners will always |
stay rude |
Motherfuck your permission, was never yours to begin with |
And every bar of the bitch shit you spit is your fucking prison |
I been here making raw shit and never asked to be lauded |
Run the Jewels is the answer, your question is «what's poppin'?» |