Blockbuster Night, Pt. 1

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 fuckin' brutal
 I'm talking crazy, half past the clock is cuckoo
 You rappers doo-doo, baby shit, just basic beaucoup
 I'm Shaka Zulu, Mansa Musa, my money's beaucoup
 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, frightened, and frickin' sickly
 A little prickly, dick on display for winter swimming
 Look at these kiddies, 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 it's 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 into smoke like we're fucking magicians
 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 coliseum
 They all actors, giving top in back of a BM
 I'd fall back if the casting calls are ending in semen
 Yeah, yeah, motherfucker (You do not 'long-)
 C'mon
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, motherfucker (You do not 'long-)
 Yeah, yeah, motherfucker (You do not 'long-)
 Motherfucker
 I'm the foulest, no need for any evaluations
 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 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
 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 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