Blockbuster Night, Pt. 1

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Killer Mike] Bunches and bunches, punches is thrown until you're frontless Oodles and noodles, bang bullets at suckers' noodles Last album? Voodoo! Proved that we was fuckin' brutal I'm talkin' crazy, half past the clock is cuckoo You rappers doodoo, baby shit, just basic boo boo I'm Shaka Zulu, Mansa Musa, my money's beaucoup My beats is bangin', fuck what you rappin', who produced you? I slapped the snot, take what ya got and Run The Jewels you [Verse 2: El-P] You itsy bitsy, furry frightened and frickin' sickly A little prickly, dick on display for winter swimming Look at these kiddies, Mike, I'ma rat-a-tat 'em for livin' I deal in dirty work; do the deed and then dash—ditch 'em I'd lend a hand but it's stuck in a fist and gun position We run a brand where destruction's the number one commitment It's all a joke between mom contractions and coffin fittings So we disappear into smoke like we're fuckin' magicians [Verse 3: Killer Mike & El-P] No hocus pocus, you simple suckers been served a notice Top of the mornin', my fist to your face is fuckin' Folgers We might be giants, standin' on little dandy shoulders You punks is pussy, proverbial pansy panty holders I Jake the Snake 'em, DDT 'em in mausoleums Macabre massacres, killin' cunts in my colosseum They all actors, givin' top in back of a BM I'd fall back if the casting calls are ending in semen [Verse 4: EL-P] I'm the foulest, no need for any evaluations I'm a phallus, a Johnson, a Jimmy sprayin' faces Any cow that is sacred will get defaced Like any tyrant murderer gets replaced, face it The fellows at the top are likely rapists But you're like, "Mellow out, man, just relax It's really not that complicated" Well pardon me, I guess I'm just insane as you explain-ed Or maybe sanctifyin' the sadistic is derang-ed [Verse 5: Killer Mike] This Run The Jewels is: murder, mayhem, melodic music Psychotics use it to lose it, junkies simply abuse it That's word to Phillip Seymour Hoff' and I'm kushin', coughin' I'll probably smell like a pound when they put me in a coffin The gates of Hell are pugnaciously pacin', waitin' I give a fuck if I'm late, tell Satan be patient But I ain't here for durations, I'm just takin' vacations And tell him fuck him, I never loved him and salutations