Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Meowpurrdy , by - Run the Jewels. Release date: 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'?» |