[Prince Paul as Chest Rockwell:] Now come over here and let me give you a tongue kiss on your hot pocket
[El-P:] Me and Mike'll go Twin Hype and do a dance on your windpipes Put your fucking jazz hands back in your pants and get them shits sliced Caught the ghost when I was yay high so today I stay way high Do not worry about my habits, without sin I'd probably hate life
[Killer Mike:] This is dope as that hard white you stuff in a crack pipe A hit of this, a kid with Tourette's will chill out and act right I'm fat but I dress nice and bitches finesse Mike They suck the dick and squeeze on my belly like bagpipes
[El-P:] I slap and I suck clits, I fuck in my church shoes Humblest guy in the room and I am in the room too (get it?) I'll bend you over on the roof while whistling Audio Two They say that once a girl go Brooklyn no more soft dick'll do
[Killer Mike:] I'm so Rakim and Eric B bitches check out my melody I might Slick Rick on a fella (foul) , catch me a felony Hey, I might Shyne Po a ho, POW! Catch me a case Producto must have rolled this L because this blunt feel laced
[Chest Rockwell:] I must say you do look stunning I mean, you're the kind of girl I can really see myself artificially inseminating Oh I'm sorry, I'm being a little aggressive, right? Can we start from the beginning? My name is Chest Rockwell, right? And I love to make love to your booty... hole Bad boy
[El-P:] This is born alone die alone, so my dialogue's dastardly Life's a tragedy generator operating at max capacity This is porno for piraters, to the crooks it is relaxing I am foreign to that soft talk, you can tell it from my accent
[Killer Mike:] This is arrogant fat black, it is what it is This that stingy with dick, bitch, not a fuck do I give I'm no respecter of person, I'm no respecter of rules I catch the prince of England slipping, he goin' run me the jewels I could wake up brain dead tomorrow and my soliloquy still will be The illest there'll ever be cause I be what you'll never be My pugnacious rhyme patterns prove pitbull in my pedigree And dogs fight to the death, you say you better, you better be
[El-P:] Not one shit given, El-P's chillin' Raised in a shack in the back of the village Trained by the wolves in the woods To avenge on the men who elected themselves my killers Mike's a villain, Nick Hooks chillin' We don't have a need to know your feelings We don't believe in the same shit anyway, Run the Jewels is not for your children
[Chest Rockwell:] How you feeling now sweetheart? A little more relaxed? Maybe it's that half a molly I put in your Mountain Dew Yeah, works like a charm. Just chill out for a second, relax, relax, I got it under control I got you a glass of Beefeater, I got a brand new deck of Uno cards Oh yeah baby, the night's just getting started Ok, how about I come over tonight and pick you up in my brand new Segway We can go over to Long John Silver's, get a fish platter You can take me home and massage me with butter all on my neck I love you