Run The Jewels - Blockbuster Night, Pt. 1 lyrics
[Run The Jewels - Blockbuster Night, Pt. 1 lyrics]
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
You it'sy bit'sy
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
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)
I'm the foulest, no need for any evaluation
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 sanctifying the sadistic is deranged
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
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
You it'sy bit'sy
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
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)
I'm the foulest, no need for any evaluation
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 sanctifying the sadistic is deranged
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