Blockbuster Night Part 1 lyrics

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 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'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 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 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]

I'm the foulest, no need for any evaluation

I'm 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 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 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

That's word to Phillip Seymour Hoff' and I'm 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 I'm late, tell Satan be patient

But I ain't here for durations, I'm just taking vacations

And tell him fuck him, I never loved him and salutations