Run The Jewels, Despot, Wiki - Blockbuster Night, Pt. 2 lyrics

The elephant's in the room
I’m talking two-tonners
Bitter truth to your face
Like this is two gunners
One half of the crew
You know the jewel runners
Move us out of our lane, shit, who’s gonna?
Shit stain on they brain, that’s right
Poo’d on ‘em
And pissed on ‘em, dirt kicked on ‘em
Shot his cat, pop that pussy
Threw that bitch
Stood behind his mama, put my dick on her
Killer did a Killa Cam couldn’t kill a kid
So I spit on her (Puagh)
Like this on her

I somersault in the room and then pop
To the Van Damme split on 'em
Rappers all get the dick like
They got clit's on 'em
Big and sweaty testicular cancer
Induced tit's on 'em
The love to hug and cry and explain
What they are the victim of
Braid each others hair and tell stories
Bout how they’ve been in love
Hey kids I’m a computer, I’m
A trooper feeling super
Shoot the future like a looper
You tryna step like gooses I'ma
Go home with your Luger
The tie-ers of the nooses get a
Broom up in their pooper

This is for the dope do-er, ho pursuer
If you procure then you cut her
And stick her like a skewer
See this is for paupers and the prisoner
Authors of the literature
Opposers to the holders of
The swastika insignia

Cue the music I’m bout to do something stupid
I got a new shiny tool kit to
Fix your face and I’ll use it
Flippin' birds
I ain’t talkin' no middle fingers
Come line up to kiss the ring
Of your favorite rap singer
Des pot roast comin' out the oven hot
Stuntin' on you bumbaclots fronting
Like you runnin' blocks
Bet your mother love to watch you
Come up out ya fuckin' socks
Spin the barrel take a shot loves
You or it loves you not
Popschlepping weapons out the seven
Betting on who gettin' to heaven
First with the henchmen
Try to test me I’ll send
Some shots at your keppy
You best address me correctly but
Mama still calls me Lechky

When someone ask me to spit it, I’m nasty
Like a cabbie with cricket
I know it like the back of my hand
I actually did it
If you even think ‘bout dapping my hand
Homie better be dapper than Dan, You wit it
Actually fam
What you wanna gonna laugh at me fam?
Right, 'cause I’m tacky and tan
It’s actually him, pass me the gin
Pass me whatever you got, pass me your bitch
Pass me the clip, hit it
Hold it now it’s bout time to
Pass me the 5th Sipit
Sold my soul for it pass it back to the bitch
Hopefully she get half as just swizzed as wik
After the fact that he had to just sip
Just dip