[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 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 beat's is bangin' ,
Fuck what you
Rappin',
Who produced you?
I slapped the snot, take what ya got,
And Run The Jewels you.
[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!
[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 pantie holders.
I Jake the Snake ‘em, DDT ‘em in mausoleums,
Macabre massacre, killin 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)
[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 murdered 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.
[Killer Mike:]
This Run the Jewels is
Murder mayhem melodic music,
Psychotics use it to lose it,
Junkies simply abuse,
That's word to Philip Seymour Hoff, and I'm cushin'
Coughin',
I'll probably smell like a pound when they put me in a coffin.
The gates of hell I'm 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 salutaions.