[00:00.00] 作词 : Jaime Meline/Michael Render
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Jaime Meline/Michael Render
[00:02.00] 编曲 : El-P
[00:06.30]Verse 1: Killer Mike
[00:12.84]Bunches and bunches
[00:13.98]Punches is thrown until you’re frontless
[00:15.97]Oodles and oodles
[00:17.13]Bang bullets at suckers' noodles
[00:19.09]Last album? Voodoo!
[00:20.26]Proved that we was ****ing brutal
[00:22.25]I’m talking crazy, half past the clock is cuckoo
[00:25.43]You rappers doodoo
[00:26.57]Baby shit, just basic boo boo
[00:28.57]I’m Shaka Zulu
[00:29.73]Mansa Musa, my money's beaucoup
[00:31.74]My beats is bangin’
[00:32.92]**** what you rappin'
[00:33.84]Who produced you?
[00:34.89]I slapped the snot, take what ya got
[00:37.08]And Run The Jewels you
[00:38.00]
[00:38.01]Verse 2: El-P
[00:38.08]You itsy bitsy
[00:39.27]Furry frightened
[00:40.07]And fricken' sickly
[00:41.21]A little prickly, shit on display for Winter swimming
[00:44.39]Look at these kiddies, Mike
[00:45.66]I'm a rat-a-tat 'em for living
[00:47.54]I deal in dirty work
[00:48.70]Do the deed and then dash
[00:50.06]Ditch 'em
[00:50.75]I'd lend a hand but it's stuck in a fist and gun position
[00:53.89]We run a brand where destruction's the number one commitment
[00:56.97]It’s all a joke between mom contractions and coffin fittings
[01:00.22]So we disappear in the smoke
[01:01.67]Like we're ****ing magicians
[01:03.30]
[01:03.35]Verse 3: Killer Mike & (El-P)
[01:03.38]No hocus pocus, you simple suckers been served a notice
[01:06.45]Top of the morning, my fist to your face is ****ing Folgers
[01:09.64](We might be giants, standing on little dandy shoulders)
[01:12.80]You punks is ****ing proverbial pansy panty holders
[01:15.94]I Jake the Snake ‘em, DDT ‘em in mausoleums
[01:19.12]Macabre massacres killing cunts in my coliseum
[01:22.23](They all actors, giving top in back of a BM
[01:25.41]I'd fall back if the casting calls are ending in shit)
[01:28.65]
[01:39.02]Verse 4: EL-P
[01:41.32]I'm the foulest, no need for any evaluation
[01:44.35]I'm a phallus, a Johnson, a jimmy spraying faces
[01:47.83]Any cow that is sacred will get defaced
[01:50.39]Like any tyrant murderer gets replaced
[01:52.85]Face it
[01:53.60]The fellows at the top are likely rapists
[01:56.03]But you're like, "Mellow out, man, just relax, it's really not that complicated"
[01:59.81]Well pardon me, I guess I'm just insane as you explained
[02:02.93]Or maybe sanctifying the sadistic is deranged
[02:06.40]
[02:06.45]Verse 5: Killer Mike
[02:06.51]This Run The Jewels is
[02:07.71]Murder, mayhem, melodic music
[02:09.66]Psychotics use it to lose it
[02:11.25]Junkies simply abuse it
[02:12.85]That's word to Phillip Seymour Hoff' and I'm kushin', coughin'
[02:16.06]I probably smell like a pound when they put me in a coffin
[02:19.13]The gates of hell are pugnaciously pacin', waitin'
[02:22.32]I give a **** if I'm late, tell Satan be patient
[02:25.48]But I ain't here for durations, I'm just taking vacations
[02:28.66]And tell him **** him, I never loved him and salutations
[02:32.02]

作词 : Jaime Meline/Michael Render
作曲 : Jaime Meline/Michael Render
编曲 : El-P
Verse 1: 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 ****ing 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 beaucoup
My beats is bangin’
**** 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 frightened
And fricken' sickly
A little prickly, shit 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 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 in the smoke
Like we're ****ing 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 ****ing Folgers
(We might be giants, standing on little dandy shoulders)
You punks is ****ing 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 shit)
Verse 4: 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 murderer 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
Verse 5: Killer Mike
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 **** if I'm late, tell Satan be patient
But I ain't here for durations, I'm just taking vacations
And tell him **** him, I never loved him and salutations