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' brutalI′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