Bunches and bunches, punches is thrown until you’re frontless
Oodles and noodles, bang bullets at suckers noodles
Last album voodoo, proved that we was fucking 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
You itsy bitsy furry fright, and fricken sickly
A little prickly, dick on display for Winter swimming
Look at these kitties 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 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 fucking magicians
Run The Jewels – Blockbuster Night, Pt. 1 [from Run The Jewels 2]
