Run The Jewels - Blockbuster Night Part 1 (Instrumental) | Текст песни

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• Blockbuster Night Part 1 (Instrumental)

[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 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

[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 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 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: Killer Mike]
This Run The Jewels is
Murder, mayhem, melodic music
Psychotics use it to lose it
Junkies simply abuse
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