Y′all gonna do a whole cat album?

Cat album

DamnMotherfuckers start bringing their cats to the tour bus and shit

Meow-meow-meow-meow

Meow-meow-meow-meow

We might have to sample that for the album

Ha-ha

The cat album by the dog

Meow the Jewels

Meow-meow-meow-meow

Meow-meow-meow-meow

Meow-meow-meow-meow

Meow-meow-meow

I can't believe this

Somebody got to do it shit, why not me

I′m gonna bang this bitch the fuck out!

You better- you might wanna record the way you feeling like history being made

This muthafucka put a mirror on the goddamn screen

Let's go, El-P!

Huh? Champ! So what we're gonna do next?

I′m up at midnight, I′m dippin' off in my Nizzikes

A gun and a metal pizzipe, a knizzife is to my rizzight

I′m lurkin' servin′ on pussies who lack a purpose

I've got ′em filled up with frizzight like Mizzike is you all rizzight?

I'm lookin' lurkin′ on bitches twerkin′ for service

The bitches bag is a Birkin, I'm yellin′, screamin' and cursin′

I'm putting pistols in faces at random places like

Bitch, give it up or stand adjacent to Satan

Bad man chillin′, the villains is here

No Jesuses here, I hear the demons in my ear

And I want it, I need it, see it, I take it

Never fake it, wrap you motherfuckers up, leave you naked

The jewel runners, top tag team for two summers

Live and let live, fuck you, cuz, 'cause that's a fool′s honor

I′m walkin' totin′ on two llamas

You niggas ass and trash and trash, fuck it, I'm too honest

So fuck you fuckboys forever, I hope I said it politely

And that′s about the psyche of Jaime and Mikey

You meet another pair better; highly unlikely

And if I can't rap, then maggot fuck, then fight me

I live for the thrill of the kill, yes it excites me

You know your favorite rapper ain′t shit and me, I might be

The closest representation of God you might see

Pay honors like your momma young sonna and take a right knee

The passion of Pac, the depth of Nas, circa nine three

Mix the mind of Brad Jordan and Chuck D and find me

I spit with the diction of Malcolm or say a Bun B

Prevail through Hell, so Satan get ye behind me

The kitten became a lion that look at your face like great food

The kitten became a lion that look at your face like great food

The kitten became a lion that look at your face like...

(Meow the Jewels)

I've never been much of shit, by most measurements don't exist on the radar a little blip in the shadow of motherships

Been smothered and brashly muffled by hucksters of global spin like the sign on my back says "Stab me", my soul is your little bitch

But maybe you should be careful when flipping a stranger′s switch like assuming the war is won ain′t a symptom of arrogance

When nothing to lose a step up then everything's for the win so we grin in the face of frauds and tell monsters to suck our dick

I live to spit on your grave, my existence is to disgrace you

The kitten became a lion that look at your face like great food

That′s why we got the people behind us

While other rappers are vaginas for the fame the jewel runners will always stay rude

Motherfuck your permission

Was never yours to begin with

And every bar of the bitch shit you spit is your fucking prison

I been here making raw shit and never asked to be lauded

Run the Jewels is the answer, your question is "What's poppin′?"