Busdriver - Party Pooper lyrics
[Busdriver - Party Pooper lyrics]
You see, I'm a party pooper
Yeah, I'm a party pooper
Yes sir, Project Blowed what are you?
Huh, I'll have blood oozing out
The doll in paint leave the club fuming and
You'll file a complaint
When the next emcees of human
Style is a faint weapon
For me to hinder the growth is my civil duty
I'd rather you find your inner
Beauty than wiggle your booty
'Cuz there's mercenaries in all
The blind spots
That could get my person buried in a pine box
Is it because my first person carries
On all the time slots
Or 'cuz I won't treat a
Virgin Mary like livestock?
I want a B-girl who
Praises Islam or Rastafari
Doesn't hang out with misogynist bar flies
Not an androgynous tomboy
Or a lecturous lush
With an affectionate bust
Who has a fetish to fuck
She'll give you genital warts
Full of infected pus
What'd you expect from Bus?
Of course I'm a party pooper
Your girl brings me Kama Sutra while
I'm squeezing barley from her juicer
I'm a party pooper, but, you just want to
Squeeze on Barbies' hooters
And try to please, the Manarky's ruler
But the way I serve these
Emcees is harly a rumor
You see, I'm a party pooper
Come on, I'm a party pooper
"yeah man, we gotta get in this club tonight
Get my drank on
Fuck wit dem hoes, be on some hot shit"
Now what is hot shit?
A warm stool from the butt horn of a mule
Or a globe that conforms to the rules?
So I take these fools to reform school
Or go ahead and buy a new pair of pants
We'll do the square dance
You folks aren't given a fair chance to
Give the underground a glare or glance
But, I'm certain that a rare chance
Will earn us shares and grants
Like I'm certain that you're handicapped
And can't hacky sack
Like I'm certain that your crappy
Raps won't get no handclaps i'm sure!
Like a breakout of anthrax
Make you take out your tampax, stand back!
That's the way that the biters go
The more decimals on the check
The more special effects
But, it's an inevitable letdown
Leave styles to make you feel like
A vegetable from the neck down
These drum kicks
Sound like several tech rounds being fired
Shooting in the canopy to stop the hootenanny
"Okay people, exit the club
There's nothing to see here"
See, they bite chunks of info when
Cypher punks go home driving drunk
For god's sake, snap out of it!
You dumb yuppies
Humpty Dumpties and young guppies
Your pop song's a satire of it'self
Your war machine backfires and melts
He thought I was just a hired help but
I said Project Blowed we are party poopers
I say Afterlife we are party poopers
Yeah, Busdriver you know he's a party pooper
I said Jizzm you know he's a party pooper
I said Mexican Descent they're party poopers
I said Hip Hop Klan party poopers
I said Chillin Villain Empire party poopers
I said Cypher 7 party poopers
I said Onomotopoeia party poopers
Everybody in the Blowed party poopers
Everybody outside party poopers
All of the security they party poopers
Everybody that you know party poopers
Yeah, your uncle and your aunt party poopers
All these whack emcees
They should be party poopers
Wouldn't it be better if we
Were all party poopers?
Yeah, I'm a party pooper
Yes sir, Project Blowed what are you?
Huh, I'll have blood oozing out
The doll in paint leave the club fuming and
You'll file a complaint
When the next emcees of human
Style is a faint weapon
For me to hinder the growth is my civil duty
I'd rather you find your inner
Beauty than wiggle your booty
'Cuz there's mercenaries in all
The blind spots
That could get my person buried in a pine box
Is it because my first person carries
On all the time slots
Or 'cuz I won't treat a
Virgin Mary like livestock?
I want a B-girl who
Praises Islam or Rastafari
Doesn't hang out with misogynist bar flies
Not an androgynous tomboy
Or a lecturous lush
With an affectionate bust
Who has a fetish to fuck
She'll give you genital warts
Full of infected pus
What'd you expect from Bus?
Of course I'm a party pooper
Your girl brings me Kama Sutra while
I'm squeezing barley from her juicer
I'm a party pooper, but, you just want to
Squeeze on Barbies' hooters
And try to please, the Manarky's ruler
But the way I serve these
Emcees is harly a rumor
You see, I'm a party pooper
Come on, I'm a party pooper
"yeah man, we gotta get in this club tonight
Get my drank on
Fuck wit dem hoes, be on some hot shit"
Now what is hot shit?
A warm stool from the butt horn of a mule
Or a globe that conforms to the rules?
So I take these fools to reform school
Or go ahead and buy a new pair of pants
We'll do the square dance
You folks aren't given a fair chance to
Give the underground a glare or glance
But, I'm certain that a rare chance
Will earn us shares and grants
Like I'm certain that you're handicapped
And can't hacky sack
Like I'm certain that your crappy
Raps won't get no handclaps i'm sure!
Like a breakout of anthrax
Make you take out your tampax, stand back!
That's the way that the biters go
The more decimals on the check
The more special effects
But, it's an inevitable letdown
Leave styles to make you feel like
A vegetable from the neck down
These drum kicks
Sound like several tech rounds being fired
Shooting in the canopy to stop the hootenanny
"Okay people, exit the club
There's nothing to see here"
See, they bite chunks of info when
Cypher punks go home driving drunk
For god's sake, snap out of it!
You dumb yuppies
Humpty Dumpties and young guppies
Your pop song's a satire of it'self
Your war machine backfires and melts
He thought I was just a hired help but
I said Project Blowed we are party poopers
I say Afterlife we are party poopers
Yeah, Busdriver you know he's a party pooper
I said Jizzm you know he's a party pooper
I said Mexican Descent they're party poopers
I said Hip Hop Klan party poopers
I said Chillin Villain Empire party poopers
I said Cypher 7 party poopers
I said Onomotopoeia party poopers
Everybody in the Blowed party poopers
Everybody outside party poopers
All of the security they party poopers
Everybody that you know party poopers
Yeah, your uncle and your aunt party poopers
All these whack emcees
They should be party poopers
Wouldn't it be better if we
Were all party poopers?