Busdriver - Bottom Bitch (OG Version) lyrics

Guess what? Spoiler alert
I came here to titty twist saliva glands
So place your bets
Save your breath and hissy fit firebrand
I can’t entertain these
Eery rock’n’roll staples like spendthrift
I spin discs on periodical tables
Take the basejump that makes
You barf Wheathins
Your showreel’s bone meal under
The stage lights
My everyday’s a coming-o-age
Cunt’s carpe diem
And this is why I treat LA like
She my bottom bitch, cuz you my bottom bitch
Its safe to say what you think
I’m saying’s a crock of shit
Because we fight a lot like
This was Gaza Strip
But, you my bottom bitch watch
Me make these chocolate chips
You my bottom bitch, why you my bottom bitch?
Oh! Because you think I’m the
Source of all awesomeness
So be my bottom bitch come
And be my bottom bitch

I look good in print so I
Keep the desk light always on
Here’s a glimpse into the
Sexlife of automatons
My every evening is an M night Shyamalan
Lackluster ending where I spend
Nights at Comiccon i ain’t from here
I’m from some ragtag ferris wheel
I blew the horn ‘cuz you were
Born smack dab in squaresville
For a limited time you get
To view the purple lotus
Plus I give soulseekers that Youtuberculosis
Y’all polish wood and just
Leave a sleek finish
But, I’ll score Bollywood when my
Mood piece is finished
I don’t acknowledge hoods I eat
Good and speak Finish
With secret sects on Meet
The Press yet please
The left and tease cynics
Teen sex and free clinics is
Your town’s greatest resource
As if falling off’s a
Motherfucking team sport
So I entertain the young star baby
Gaga grudge match which tugs at
The lumbar ganglia, so I’m hunchbacked

You my bottom you my bottom
You my bottom botch, LA you my bottom bitch
To love me your heart most be bottomless
But to me you are precious
I’m on some Gollum shit
But, you my bottom bitch from
Top to the bottom bitch
You my bottom bitch, yes you are
Them other niggas don’t hustle
They just cotton pick
But me honey, I bathe in lava pit's
You can not break the budgetary woes so
Your live band’s on a charter bus
Openers get poked with spurs
Screaming ‘I am Spartacus’
I put a fine comb to
The flightplan of you starter-ups
They need rides home when I’m
In Iceland in armored trucks
Rolling up to places on that VIP shit
Head’s swivel
I wet my whistle with these ice tea sips
You’ll offer me a loaf of bread
A cot and a sofa bed
Cuz your scene’s dying in need of an IV drip
And I’m Chinese medicine
You guys need to headspin
When I press buttons
Yet nine times out of ten this
LA tea party swabs balls
So I’m Lee Harvey Oswald with a call time
Fall in line youngin’ because I’m
Posted at the speedtrap
I’ve been here so long my nigga
That I bleed tree sap
You overdressed sleestaks rap with
Swollen urinary tracks
You’re very wack, give me my scene back