holy calamafuck

The law defier

The non-complier

The death defier

The Mike Myers

Murder-rapper for hire

Do-er of drive-by-ers

The back-back, clack-clack

Let it loose, murder all witnesses and survivors

That's a job completer

Dependable contractor

The backhand wack rap slapper

Mr. Leather Bomber taker

Catch ya gettin' off the escalator

Run The Jewels smooth and don't trigger the undertaker

As a teen lackin'

I woulda ran me a supreme racket

I woulda took these lames' Supreme jackets

Until you rob a hypebeast, you ain't seen sadness

Clockwork Orange madness, left the scene laughin'

Ay, we forever-ever

Jaimito Y Michael de Render

The pyrotechnocrats, the 'ole razzle dazzlers

The magic bean imbibers

The green giant of the rhyme contrivers

Supreme violence of the time describers

I'm the decider, you evil-eyers

A pile driver provider for liars

The sleep depriver

The nick of time, mercy kill denier in prime

I'll kill the mood, I'm a rudeness Macgyver

I slap a yapper from the acne to the tooth bone fiber, I'm liver

Thought crime designer, criminal minder

And I'm a born and bred in USA who chop and screw truth up

Think I got a case of the Mondays on fire

Ay yo, one for mayhem, two for mischief

Now aim for the drones in your zoning district

Hindenburg 'em, get 'em, burn 'em

Can't get the ghost up, no resistance

Pass that shit, Mike, I have to insist it

Reality sucks dick, how's that for wisdom?

Lick a toad's back like, "Mmm, delicious"

Time elves wave to me off in the distance (Hello)

Hey lil guy, I'm just walkin' through

From another timeline where monsters eat truth

Physicists say the dough, I get's proof

The multiverse lives, I'm supposed to just lose

The glass bottom tank I drive is all fueled

Gotta try to stay cool, honey bunny, don't move

Fuck shit glows in the hearts of the brutes

You hate Run The Jewels, you don't love the troops

You miss the point tryna act like shit's cool

Don't fuckin' tell doom your number's not due (Aye)

Every other goddamn year, I'm brand new

It's been twenty-plus years, you think that's a clue?

Maybe this guy kinda kill what he do

He's prolly that dude, he left enough proof

Plenty of these goofs disappeared (Poof)

I'm still the next big thing gotta hurt, oof (I got)

Fire!

More fire! (La-la-la-lights, lights!)

Fire!

More fire! (La-la-la-lights!)

I got

This the pay back

Allow me to state that

All that forth back

We don't play that

You want beef, bruh?

You just state that

And we stake that

Fry and bake that

One time in the big 'ole South

Lived a lil' chubby kid with a big 'ole mouth

Lame writers gave him big 'ole doubts

Now the same lil' boy in a big 'ole house

Look at him now in the big 'ole cars

And the same folk hated pay big homage (Aye)

One minute, let me be candid

Used to stand by the garbage can hand to handin'

That dumb trap shit, no proper plannin'

Seen ignorant shit like geekers dancin'

And rappers rap about it like it's so romantic

But I still can't seem to escape the panic

PTSD streets did the damage

Kept me in hammock, laid back with cannons

Get me fucked up, it be's calamity

I'ma come through and leave some damages

Goddamn, somebody call ambulams

Or ambulanceses, out of chances

Fuck that weak shit you be banterin'

You're a common cold and my flows are cancerous (I got)

Fire!

More fire! (La-la-la-lights, lights!)

Fire!

More fire! (La-la-la-lights!)

Got

Take that, mugger, mother-