Hear what I say, we are the business today
Fuck shit is finished today
RT & J, we the new PB & J
We dropped a classic today
We did a tablet of acid today
Mentors with the masses and ashes away
SKRRRT! We dash away
Donner and Dixon, the pistol is blastin' away
Doctors of death
Killin', our patience suppressed
We oughta pay you the trust
Cookin' up work
Cookin' up curses and slurs
Smokin' my brain into mush
I became famous for blamin' you fucks
Maimin' my way through the brush
There is no training or taming of me and my bruh
Look like a man, but I'm animal raw
We are the murderous pair
That went to jail and we murdered the murderers there
Then went to Hell and discovered the devil
Delivered some hurt and despair
Used to have powder to push
Now I smoke pounds of the kush
Holy, I'm burnin' a bush
Now I give a fuck about none of this shit
Jewel runner over and out of this bitch
Step into the spot like woo!
Copping uppers and downers get done
I'm in a rush to be numb
Droppin' a thousand ain't much
Come from the clouds
On a missile to turn this whole town into dust
Don't make a sound, baby, hush
I am the living swipe right on the mic, I'm a slut
I don't know how to not spit like a lout
I'll spill a pound of my kids on your couch
Half of a mongol and mythical team
Killin' and treacherous things
Legend says El is a spawn out of Hell
The myth is my mom is a murderous queen
Your life can end like in Godfather 1
You get the gun as I christen my son
If I die today and it's Hell I should pay
Tell the Lord Mikey said, Fuck it was fun
Every new record's my dick in a box
We here the goons, eat them rulers alot
You're getting used to me doing no wrong
I don't play chicken, you prick, I'm a fox
You wanna kick it, I'll give you the rock
You kiss the wood chipper blade if you bark
I'm fuckin' magic, in fact I'm a [?] that can talk
I got a unicorn horn for a (stop)
Step into the spot like woo!
And the crowd goes RTJ!
And the crowd goes RTJ!
And the crowd goes RTJ!
And the crowd goes RTJ!
Mike in the jelly, won't snitch
I'll rent a room at the Ritz
I'll sip a fifth of the wisk
I'll smoke a dub in the tub
Then I will spin both my wrists
I'll pull a sword on you simps
Just for the flick of the wrist
Kitchen not givin' a miss
Me and my skipper way worse than a grinch
Every day's golden when you only win
Bullyin' bastards and beatin' on beats
Sounds like a day at the beach, preach
I keep the metals to step on your feet
Before you can speak, blaow to defeat
We move on one to ones, you think I'm meek
You think I'm lyin', you rushin' my team
Don't be a bore if I roar when I move
Hunting's more fun when your prey doesn't move
I'll put a gun to a bunny like tunes
Say somethin' funny, a bunny go boom
You got a bevy of shit you can groove
We'd like to thank you for choosing our crew
And that's from the crew you can trust
Warranty plus for fuckin' shit up
We are the no-gooders, do-gooders
Known to the dancers and doers of dust

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