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 f****** brutal
I'm talking crazy, half past the clock is cuckoo
You rappers doodoo, baby s***, 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 fright, and fricken sickly
A little p****ly, d*** 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 f****** 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 f****** Folgers
(We might be giants, standing on little dandy shoulders)
You punks is p**** proverbial pansy pantie holders
I jake the snake 'em, DDT 'em in mausoleums
Macabre massacres killin c**** in my colosseum
(They all actors, giving top in back of a BM
I'd fall back if the casting calls are ending in s****
C'mon)
[Verse 4: EL-P]
I'm the foulest, no need for any evaluations
I'm a phallus for Johnson and Jimmy spraying faces
Any Carter that is sacred will get their face hit
Like any tyrant murderer gets replace-d, 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 explain it
Or maybe sanctifying the s*****ic is derange-d
[Verse 5: 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, I'm pugnaciously pacing 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 'em f*** 'em, I never loved 'em and salutations
Oodles and noodles, bang bullets at suckers noodles
Last album voodoo, proved that we was f****** brutal
I'm talking crazy, half past the clock is cuckoo
You rappers doodoo, baby s***, 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 fright, and fricken sickly
A little p****ly, d*** 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 f****** 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 f****** Folgers
(We might be giants, standing on little dandy shoulders)
You punks is p**** proverbial pansy pantie holders
I jake the snake 'em, DDT 'em in mausoleums
Macabre massacres killin c**** in my colosseum
(They all actors, giving top in back of a BM
I'd fall back if the casting calls are ending in s****
C'mon)
[Verse 4: EL-P]
I'm the foulest, no need for any evaluations
I'm a phallus for Johnson and Jimmy spraying faces
Any Carter that is sacred will get their face hit
Like any tyrant murderer gets replace-d, 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 explain it
Or maybe sanctifying the s*****ic is derange-d
[Verse 5: 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, I'm pugnaciously pacing 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 'em f*** 'em, I never loved 'em and salutations