Lyrics of Blockbuster night part 1

(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 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

(verse 2: el-p)

You itsy bitsy furry fright, and fricken sickly
A little prickly, dick on display for winter swimming
Look at these kitties 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 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 fucking 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 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
Macau massacres killer cousin my colosseum
(they all actors given top in back of a bm
I'd fall back if the casting calls are ending in semen)