Trackstar The DJ - Blockbuster Night Part 1 lyrics

[Verse 1: k**er Mike] Bunches and bunches Punches is thrown until you're frontless Oodles and oodles Bang bullets at s**ers' noodles Last album voodoo Proved that we was f**in' brutal I'm talking crazy, half past the clock is cuckoo You rappers doodoo Baby sh**, just basic boo boo I'm Shaka Zulu Mansa Musa, my money's buku My beats is bangin' f** 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 fricken' sickly A little prickly, dick on display for Winter swimming Look at these kiddies, Mike I'm a 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 f**ing magicians [Verse 3: k**er Mike & (El-P)] No hocus pocus, you simple s**ers been served a notice Top of the morning, my fist to your face is f**ing Folgers (We might be giants, standing on little dandy shoulders) You punks is p**y proverbial pansy panty holders I Jake the Snake ‘em, DDT ‘em in mausoleums Macabre ma**acres k**ing c*nts 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) [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 explained Or maybe sanctifying the sadistic is deranged [Verse 5: k**er 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 f** if I'm late, tell Satan be patient But I ain't here for durations, I'm just taking vacations And tell him f** him, I never loved him and salutations