Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oh My Darling Don't Meow, artist - Run the Jewels. Date of issue: 25.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Oh My Darling Don't Meow |
| Oh my |
| Oh my |
| Fuck the law, they can eat my dick, that’s word to Pimp |
| (You are now listening to Run the Jewels 2) |
| Fuck the law, they can eat my dick, that’s word to Pimp |
| I don’t fuck with or talk like all these fuckin' imps |
| Style violent, give a fuck if you deny it, kids |
| You can all run naked backwards through a field of dicks |
| Fuck the world, don’t ask me for shit, that’s word to B.I.G |
| I dreamt we owned the world, but I’ve woken up and it don’t exist, |
| Soak it in and need no assist |
| You can’t slap my wrist, I don’t owe you shit |
| Trust me, I’m a doctor DOOM |
| Oper-rate of my pulse won’t raise a bit |
| Tip-toe on the track like a ballerina |
| Ski mask in a Pontiac Catalina |
| It’s obese female opera singer |
| You can run the jewels or lose your fingers |
| Me and El-P got time to kill |
| Got folks to kill on overkill |
| He hangin' out the window, I hold the wheel |
| There’s one black, one white, we shoot to kill |
| That fuckboy life about to be repealed |
| That fuckboy shit about to be repelled |
| Fuckboy Jihad, kill infidels |
| Allahu Akbar, BOOM from Mike and El |
| Life is hell, death’s a bitch |
| And these FUBAR rulers getting rich |
| I cop a zip, it opens up |
| I smoke it up, go home and fuck |
| C’est la vie girl, when in Rome |
| I gave the face, please pay with dome |
| My business card says you’re in luck |
| I do two things, I rap and fuck |
| I fuckin' rap |
| I tote the strap |
| I smoke the kush |
| I beat the puss |
| I read the books, did the math |
| Don’t need a preacher preachin' on my behalf |
| No teacher can’t teach my arrogant ass |
| I’m blowin' on crippy while readin' the scriptures as written by Egyptians |
| while sippin' on whiskey |
| Aye baby you with me? |
| Oh my |
| Don’t cry |
| We run this spot like a Chinese sweatshop |
| Don’t stop |
| Work a worker 'til chest pop |
| Cardiac arrested, I’m so invested |
| I’m self-invented |
| That’s no illusion |
| There’s no confusion |
| You see the future. |
| You fear the future |
| I’ve seen the truth and I’m so deluded |
| I been a better bad guy than I been better than bad |
| Been a better bully, talk beatin' on my chest |
| In fact I’m half stack from a rack |
| I been around the block, babe, I know a few facts |
| Maniac, brainiac, run go tell them that |
| ATLien, NY felon rap |
| Handle me wrong I’m snappin' |
| Show up at your class, what’s happenin'? |
| Schoolyard bully with a fully automatic |
| Heart full of pain and a head full of havoc |
| Everybody stepped on the kid I’m letting them have it (have it) |
| Leaving they momma to say «what happened?» |
| Who gonna buy my baby a casket? |
| Fuck that bitch I’m a bastard |
| Megablast, I’m mega lit |
| On Highway 6 and I’m not strapped in |
| I don’t crash, bitch, I just skid |
| You got the cash, I’ll make the trip |
| I make the trip, you better pay |
| Done worse for less, don’t make my day |
| I’m not from Earth, from far away |
| I bust through chests like baby greys |
| Runnin' the jewels of the game |
| Whippin' the mixes like chickens of 'caine |
| Spittin' the sickness again |
| Parents is livid again |
| Kids is just fuckin' insane |
| Pointin' that pistol and fist for the chain |
| Reppin the symbol like they in a gang |
| Delivery dope like a dosage of dope or a noseful of coke for a junkie or fiend |
| Oh my |
| Don’t cry |