Blockbuster Night Part 1 Lyrics & Chords By Run The Jewels

Killer Mike:
Bunches and bunches, punches is thrown until you're frontless
Oodles and oodles, bang bullets at suckas' noodles
Last album voodoo, proved that we was fuckin' 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 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 fright and frickin' sickly
A little prickly, dick on display for Winter swimming
Look at these kitties, 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 they stuck in a fist and gun position
We run our 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 fuckin' magicians

Killer Mike and 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 colosseum
(They all actors, giving top in back of a BM
I’d fall back if the casting calls are ending in semen)

El-P:
(Yeah, yeah motherfucker)
C'mon
(Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah motherfucker
Yeah, yeah motherfucker
Motherfucker)

El-P:
I'm the foulest, no need for any evaluations
I'm a phallus for Johnson and Jimmy spraying faces
Any cow that is sacred will get deface'd
Like any tyrant murderer gets replaced, 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 as sane as you explain'ed
Or maybe sanctifying the sadistic is derange'd

Killer Mike:
This Run the Jewels is, murder, mayhem, melodic music
Psychotics use it then lose it, junkies simply abuse it
That's word to Phillip Seymour Hoffman, I'm pushin' coffin
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 'em fuck 'em, I never loved 'em and salutations