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 it'sy bit'sy 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

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Writer(s): Jaime Meline, Michael Santigo Render