Artist: Run the Jewels Album: RTJ2 Song: Blockbuster Night Part 1 Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com, Run the Jewels [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 fucking brutal I’m talking crazy, half past the clock is cuckoo You rappers doo-doo, baby shit, just basic boo-boo I'm Shaka Zulu, mansa musa my money's buku My beats is bangin, FUCK 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 frightened and fricken sickly A little prickly, dick on display for Winter swimming Look at these kiddies Mike, I'ma 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 a 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 fucking magicians [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 massacre, killin cunts in my colosseum (They all ac-ah-tors, giving top in back of a BM I'd fall back if the casting calls are ending in semen) [Chorus: scratches by Trackstar the DJ] "Yeah, motherfucker!" "You do not belong" [El-P] I'm the foulest, no need for any evaluation I'm a phalice, a johnson, a jimmy spraying faces Any cow that is sacred will get defaced Like any tyrant murdered gets replace-ed - 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 insane as you explained or maybe sanctifying the sadistic is derange-ed [Killer Mike] This Run the Jewels is, murder mayhem melodic music Psychotics use it to lose it, junkies simply abuse That's word to Philip, 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 I'm 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