Run The Jewels - Blockbuster Night Part 1 lyrics

k**er Mike: Bunches and bunches, punches is thrown until you're frontless Oodles and oodles, bang bullets at s**as' noodles Last album voodoo, proved that we was f**in' brutal I'm talking crazy, half past the clock is cuckoo You rappers doo-doo, baby sh**, just basic boo boo I'm Shaka Zulu, Mansa Musa, my money buku My beats is bangin', f** what you rappin', who produced you? I slapped the snot, take what ya got and Run the Jewels you El-P: You itsy bitsy furry fright and frickin' sickly A little prickly, dick on display for Winter swimming Look at these kitties, Mike, I'mma rat-a-tat 'em for living I deal in dirty work, do the deed and then dash, ditch 'em I'd lend a hand but they stuck in a fist and gun position We run our brand where destruction's the number one commitment It's all a joke between mom contractions and coffin fittings So we disappear in the smoke like we're f**in' magicians k**er Mike and El-P: No hocus pocus, you simple s**ers been served a notice Top of the morning, my fist to your face is f**ing Folgers (We might be giants, standing on little dandy shoulders) You punks is p**y proverbial pansy panty holders I Jake the Snake 'em, DDT 'em in mausoleums Macabre ma**acres k**ing c*nts in my colosseum (They all actors, giving top in back of a BM I'd fall back if the casting calls are ending in semen) El-P: (Yeah, yeah motherf**er) C'mon (Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah motherf**er Yeah, yeah motherf**er Motherf**er) El-P: I'm the foulest, no need for any evaluations I'm a phallus for Johnson and Jimmy spraying faces Any cow that is sacred will get deface'd Like any tyrant murderer gets replaced, face it The fellows at the top are likely rapists But you like, "Mellow out man, just relax, it's really not that complicated" Well pardon me, I guess I'm just as sane as you explain'ed Or maybe sanctifying the sadistic is derange'd k**er Mike: This Run the Jewels is, murder, mayhem, melodic music Psychotics use it then lose it, junkies simply abuse it That's word to Phillip Seymour Hoffman, I'm pushin' coffin I probably smell like a pound when they put me in a coffin The gates of Hell are pugnaciously pacin', waitin' I give a f** if I'm late, tell Satan be patient But I ain't here for durations, I'm just taking vacations And tell 'em f** 'em, I never loved 'em and salutations