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unwinding behind bars - run it lyrics

[verse 1: already a thief]
i’m runnin’ the beat of this song
like i’m runnin’ my feet and i’m gone
the look on your face like i did somethin’ wrong
cuz i did somethin’ wrong
i run the jewels like aidan’s runnin’ from jules…
okay that was a little bit cruel
but i do what i do and you say what you say
and it’s the same everyday so i’m makin’ you pay like
“oh dear what the f-ck have we here?”
two bros both ready to go in here. gonna shift in gear
if we hurt your feelings we don’t care…
oh sh-t what the h-ll have we done?
it’s my life and its only just begun
so i’m gonna f-ck your sh-t with a machine gun so you better f-cking run
f-ck me? nah, f-ck you brah
ask me who i am like (who are you?)
oh i thought you new i’m that dude who runs the jewels
you think it’s cool?
well it’s not i got caught
oh by the way i f-cked your thot, that hoe over there
i f-cked her…
on top of the bed right there pounding
same time under the blanket she’s cowerin’

[verse 2: enwind]
p-ss it off like marshawn lynch
but i’m not gonna throw it away in a pinch.
i’ll plow through these b-tches like a tank
get behind me but don’t forget to give thanks…
for this life you’re given don’t throw it away
hand it off like me and my boy today
i’m goin’ all in, bet your life on me
no more debts i’m here to set you all free
no more of this preachy bullsh-t
get it together or i’ll meet you in the bullpen
we’ll duke it out like muhammad ali
but i’m mike tyson (what?)
can’t you see??
you’ll lose an eye along with an ear
i’m fiercer than your mom with a gl-ss a beer
you think you’ve had it rough, you think you’re tough?
wait till i redefine the meaning of sucks
run for your mom, run for your dad
i’ll come for them too, with my gat
you think that’s cl-ssy, think that’s cool?
think i give a f-ck about this fool?
and that’s putting it lightly, cause we all know what you are
a washed up wanna be working at a bar
getting tips in the form of sages
packing bags and leaving for vegas
finding nothing there but loss and defeat
no jewels here, get back on your feet
c’mon don’t let ’em count you out
get your -ss up into that bout
you’ve still got a chance to make things complete
no more haters saying you’re obsolete
when you stand on that pedestal saying
“look f-ckers its me!”
they’ll see!!!!

[verse 3: already a thief]
and the crowd chants
“k!ll that b-st-rd!”
but i say “f-ck that b-tch!”
you ready to meet your maker?
well i’m sendin’ you all the way down under b-tch
hear that thunder kid?
that’s the sound when lightning hits
cuz i’m spittin’ quick to spite you b-tch
gonna fight you kid like tyson did
you’re a dyson b-tch cuz you’re suckin’ d-ck
so take that hose and suck your d-ck
but the hoes won’t suck your d-ck
you piece of sh-t i’m flushin’ you…
oh so you cute you’re blushing too
that makes me puke so i’m punchin’ you
crunching bones i’m in my zone i’m in my throne
so get on your knees and bow to me
do i sound angry? well maybe i am!
i’m already a thief though
i’ve always been cheap so i’m runnin’ the jewels to make me dough
so while your down on your knees be ready to deep throat you’re doin’ it for free though
why? cuz i say so
you ain’t my amigo
say hi to my ego then bye as we go
d-d-d, d-d-d, down to your negro…
let me make it clear what i mean though
no discrimino, más rapido or should i go slow?
no i’m gonna pick it up a little bit to make it go quick
so the burns hit gonna make more fit
gonna f-ck your b-tch only if my d-ck fits
but it’s a slim fit
but a big d-cks in my jeans (genes)

[verse 4: enwind]
comin’ in like a train
comin’ straight for your face
you can’t run b-tch you can’t keep pace
it’s faster than a race so you better embrace
the spot you’re in cause that ain’t changing
just like a noose, it’ll leaving you hanging
from the ceiling with your morals dangling
round and round as the fans go
“look at him so high on that throne”
time to bring you down, sit down for a while
and experience what it feels like to be a child
let me teach you a lesson in rapping son
ain’t no subst-tute for what’s not done
time to show you the basics son
no guns, no rum just rhymes and fun
jk f-ck that its all about the wordplay
like rhyming h0m-s-xual with g-y…
but lets be real i’ve all got standards
not some kid who can just say b-st-rd…
with a pen in one hand, paper in the other
time to make a difference we’ve got each other
i don’t get the last word but that’s okay
my man over here’s gonna make my day
nope not done, one more thing
don’t be a b-tch…..
that’s it

[verse 5: already a thief]
i won’t be a b-tch as long as this kid don’t say sh-t
cuz if he does imma kick him in a ditch
rub his face in the dirt that’s what b-tches deserve
disgrace to this earth when your momma gave birth…
look at the clock cuz its my time
but its runnin’ out to spit a little rhyme
so i’m gonna go quick
to make it shine to make it mine
so let’s pick it up to make more time
to show you why
i’m that guy you don’t wanna f-ck with

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