Forever Travis Barker (Ft. Run The Jewels)

[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
Good Lord, Jesus Christ, have mercy
He a demon on tracks, you hear them damn verses?
This motherfucker the Devil, he screamin' and cursin'
I'm pullin' pistols in public, puttin' them on every person
Rap's Rasputin, I'm pullin' pumps on pompous ass preachers and shootin'
I'm sittin' on the last pew-pew-pewin'
One day the poor will eat the affluent
Hope you atone for you past doings
'Cause one day Sundays with hunnies hummin' and zombies comin'
Approach your preacher for profit, prophet, you owe me somethin'
To put it simply, just mix your words and empty
If I ain't hungry then your bread won't tempt me, uh
So I suggest you help the less and feed their tummy tall
Or one day pointed at your tummy is a Tommy Gun
Or maybe that's my paranoia that I'm walkin' with
As I burn this spliff and try locate the mothership

[Chorus: Killer Mike & El-P]
(Ayy) This-this-this the jungle
(Ayy) This-this-this the jungle, forever
This-this-this the jungle-ungle forever
(Ayy) This-this (Ayy) This-this-this (Ayy) this the jungle, jungle, jungle (Ayy)
Jungle, jungle, jungle, forever ever
Jungle, jungle, jungle, forever ever
Jungle, jungle, jungle, forever ever
Forever ever