3 Tearz

Lyrics

[Intro: Kanye West & Danny Brown] Oh, we went to school alright Haha, we went to school, we was doin' JPEGs Check [Verse 1: Danny Brown] Used to cut the rock with no glove on (Step) Shove on, for the block, develop a love jones (Yeah) The reason why your ho got them rug burns (Ah) It's no limit, call me Mr. Serv-On (Yeah) Work all day 'til the work gone (Step) Talkin' back in the day when I had a chirp phone (Boop) My nigga made a wrong turn, got flipped in the zone Had to say I was a smoker just so I could go home (Home) Every day, another episode (Step) I'm just tryna hear the beat like the stethoscope (Yeah) Like my bass lines thick, like a Texas ho It was written, but the signature not legible (Nah) Drink so much, I could drown a fish On some other shit (Step) A demon on the hunt for the succubus (Step) Why you on some cuddle shit? Hit it, then fuck a bitch I don't think you know who you're fuckin' with (Yeah) [Chorus: Danny Brown] Two tears in a bucket, fuck it (Step) I don't care about nothin', nothin' (No) Two tears in a bucket, fuck it I don't care about nothin', nothin' (Step) [Verse 2: El-P] Danny, it's dangerous, Run The Jewels is chaos in arrangement Shit'll give your fuckface a facelift Poppa did the Triple Lindsey flip when the 'caine hit Mama never met a bottle that she couldn't drain quick (Ayy) Stuck in a rude mood, the fuck shit approacheth Like we believe in nothing, Lebowski, there's no motive (Nothing, Lebowski) I babble on, tryna get bags like, "Fuck all of 'em" Death is on my couch and I'm telling' him jokes, stallin' him Plus, I offer one of my smokes, he smoked all of 'em (Fuck, man) True doom, eat up your crew like, "Mm, food" Say the name, it's like you prayin' for pain, you're too rude Got a brain? You gon' move it or lose it, you screwed I'm profane, it's deranged, it is sick, real shit If I'm correct, the really cool kids prolly callin' it lit (Hey, kids) Call it shit that I am culling from my brain with a switch Hold my beer, I'm 'bout to go and get rich, motherfuckers [Chorus: El-P] Three tears in a bucket, fuck it I don't care about nothin', nothin' Three tears in a bucket, fuck it I don't care about nothin', nothin', hol' up [Verse 3: Killer Mike] I don't give a fuck 'bout Trump, who got dumped Who protesting collections at their gar-bar-age dump And I don't really give a fuck about givin' a fuck And who feels that Black celebrities ain't givin' enough Give 'em the dick, fat, slick son of a bitch Better than you are, what you are's the son of a whore My dad told me that your mom was somethin' mean on her knees But thank God we ain't related, 'cause she swallowed the seeds Happy belated, I'm elated to know we ain't related So tell your special kids stop saying "Auntie Shay" to my lady I sip on fine wines, fine dine with dimes and nines I got an Einstein mind and I still tote iron I'm a P-I-M-P in my own rhyme Space-age gorilla pimpin' out the cage with mine Would you steal for me, nigga? If it's goddamn mine Would you kill for me, nigga? Bitch, you out your goddamn mind And that's goddamn right, I'm goddamn Mike Win in the end like Tina did goddamn Ike [Chorus: Killer Mike, El-P, & Both] Three tears in a bucket, fuck it I don't care about nothin', nothin' Three tears in a bucket, fuck it I don't care about nothin', nothin', hol' up [Outro: Killer Mike] Three tears in a bucket, fuck it I don't care about nothin', nothin' Bucket, fuck it I don't care about nothin', nothin' Three tears in a bucket, fuck it I don't care about nothin', nothin'