Blockbuster Night Part 1

Verse 1: Killer Mike
Bunches and bunches
Punches is thrown until you're frontless
Oodles and oodles
Bang bullets at suckers noodles
Last album? Voodoo!
Proved that we was fuckin brutal
I'm talking crazy, half past the clock is cuckoo
You rappers doodoo
Baby shit, just basic boo boo
I'm Shaka Zulu
Mansa Musa, my moneys 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 fricken sickly
A little prickly, dick on display for Winter swimming
Look at these kiddies, Mike
Im a rat -a-tat em for living
I deal in dirty work
Do the deed and then dash
Ditch em
Id lend a hand but its stuck in a fist and gun position
We run a brand where destructions the number one commitment
It's all a joke between mom contractions and coffin fittings
So we disappear in the smoke
Like were fucking magicians

Verse 3: Killer Mike & ( El-P)
No hocus pocus, you simple suckers been served a notice
Top of the morning, my fist to your face is fucking Folgers
(We might be giants, standing on little dandy shoulders)
You punks is pussy proverbial pansy panty holders
I Jake the Snake 'em, DDT 'em in mausoleums
Macabre massacres killing cunts in my coliseum
(They all actors, giving top in back of a BM
I'd fall back if the casting calls are ending in semen)

Verse 4: EL-P
Im the foulest, no need for any evaluation
Im a phallus, a Johnson, a jimmy spraying 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 youre like, 'Mellow out, man, just relax, its really not that complicated'
Well pardon me, I guess Im just insane as you explained
Or maybe sanctifying the sadistic is deranged

Verse 5: Killer Mike
This Run The Jewels is
Murder, mayhem, melodic music
Psychotics use it to lose it
Junkies simply abuse it
Thats word to Phillip Seymour Hoff and Im kushin, coughin
I 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 Im late, tell Satan be patient
But I aint here for durations, Im just taking vacations
And tell him fuck him, I never loved him and salutations