Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blockbuster Night, Pt. 1, artist - Run the Jewels. Date of issue: 18.06.2020
Song language: English
Blockbuster Night, Pt. 1 |
| Bunches and bunches, punches is thrown until you’re frontless |
| Oodles and oodles, bang bullets at suckas' 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 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 frickin' sickly |
| A little prickly, dick on display for Winter swimming |
| Look at these kitties, 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 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 fuckin' 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 colosseum |
| (They all actors, giving top in back of a BM |
| I’d fall back if the casting calls are ending in semen) |
| I’m the foulest, no need for any evaluations |
| I’m a phallus for Johnson and Jimmy spraying faces |
| Any cow that is sacred will get deface’d |
| 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 as sane as you explain’ed |
| Or maybe sanctifying the sadistic is derange’d |
| 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 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 'em fuck 'em, I never loved 'em and salutations |