Busdriver, Aesop Rock - Superhand's Mantra (Fuck Us All) lyrics

Fuck LA this place sucks i know
'cause I live here
Suck a dick it's good for you
(Aesop Rock, Busdriver, Let's get it)

Yeah, I ain't really felt good since '81
The potassium move my atrium
Let me suck on this fucking round
Like a metallic baby thumb
My vest has always been double breasted
My hustle etiquette Enterobacteria
So I am at work in
This concession stand in Terabithia
It not impeding the Malaria
That's a map of Libya
But if all these motherfuckers
Don't know the difference
Recall every nigga I'm a city brah
But if you look on my Netflix queue
I got difference too
Celebrate all of my settlers through
No breaths for two
I'm a smokestack living off building clouds
Like chemical defoliants
Holy shit I'm a nice box
For livestocks where my thoughts
I should be on suicide watch
But i'm left to express this moratorium
Of a poorly run toy run
I used to make rappers walk the plank
Make it rain like a paper route
All the niggas say as I drank
So what if it was nigga juice
Y'all bit my body of work
Sort of like a saber tooth
And the labors all for the races
Establishment like David Duke
All the bars are nightly, nigga
Straight Baby Ruth
Plus you got me feeling hoarse
Walking around in daisy dukes
Y'all some Scandinavian pimps
I'm like Arabian prince
Holding a baby anywhere under
Your gator boots me, I just want to be loved
I forgot how to
Give me some rigid deprogramming for
Me to smile to well my whole soul is mildew
In cultural milieu
Aroma oils will build through
The rolls will kill you

Cause I don't like you nigga
Yeah I don't like me nigga
And I don't like them nigga fuck us all
Check us out

Ey ey, ey, ey, ey uh, uh (Get em Aes)
Ey a barkin archived influential images
And hope your afternoon
Is tommy g and future primitive
Hoarded zelda maps and
And voted build a cap of president
With bells attached
Turn a silverback into a jellyfish
Any fish a lamb brand braceface gangrene
Sweating at the helm
Of a Benny Hill chase scene always
Wake up with a fever like a wicker man
Raking up his brow
Never bow unto a Pinkerton
Drinking a short arm a small biz all piss
Licking dog blood of a clawed
The office ah dip
Rap is the app of the little bitches
They get up on the stage
And start ordering thin mints
The snail pace kids
Spin yarns with the bin minced
Guards armed with the cowlick of pin pin
Out with the in while inventing all nighters
The kind that start sensibly
And end with bald tires reprehensibly
Here's a little one act i call rubber glue
Once upon a fuck you fuck you to
I drop bass onto megadeath scale, exhale
In the company of
Delicately shredded entrails
One cannot scrap the vibe easily
The moment you deny us of
A pie divided equally but
My whole soul's old news and cultural go tos
And son of a gold tooth
The summary folds you

Cause I don't like you money
Yeah I don't like me money
And I don't like them money fuck us all
Check us out

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