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 Lit joints with the matches and ashes away SKRRRT! We dash away Donner and Dixon, the pistol is blastin' away Doctors of death Curing our patients of breath We are the pain you can trust Crooked at 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 Woo! Woo! Step into the spotlight, woo! Woo! Copping of 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 mongrel and mythical team Villainous treacherous things Legend says El is a spawn out of Hell The myth is my mama's 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 get a doozy, the moola's a lock 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 rocks You kiss the wood chipper blade if you bark I'm fuckin' magic, in fact I'm a warlock of talk I got a unicorn horn for a (Stop) Woo! Woo! Step into the spotlight, woo! Woo! And the crowd goes RTJ! And the crowd goes RTJ! And the crowd goes RTJ! And the crowd goes RTJ! RTJ! RTJ! RTJ! RTJ! Mike in the jelly, won't snitch I'll rent a room at the Ritz I'll sip a fifth of the whisk I'll smoke a dub in the tub Then I will split both my wrists I'll pull a sword on you simps Just with a flick of the wrist Get your neck giving up mist Me and Mike skip away whistlin' and grin Every day's golden when you only win Bullyin' bastards and beatin' on beats Sounds like a day at the beach, preach I keep it middle school, step on your feet Before you can speak, blaow! to the teeth We move on one to ones, you think I'm meek You think I'm lion, you right, see my teeth Don't be a bore when I'm roaring vamoose Hunting's no fun when your prey doesn't move I'll put a gun to a bunny like choose Say somethin' funny or bunny go boom You got a bevy of shit you could 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 dealers and doers of dust