Busdriver, Themselves - Party Rap Sucks lyrics
[Busdriver, Themselves - Party Rap Sucks lyrics]
Scrape me off the belly of
Air Force Ones and square horse tongues
Where the animals hidden gallant
From playmates from cattle
Scrape me off the belly of
Air Force Ones and square horse tongues
Where the animals have hidden the
Valour from playmates from catt
Fuck all this singing shit
Top speeds out of your hermetic retreat
Knock-need by the ever present beep beeps
Crossbreed polarities that would be neat
Gosh jeez these personalities could pre heat
Ricotta cheese
Oozing out the company's teat
Drop to your knees
Until the boss screams "skeet skeet"
Or jot freely on this fermented tea leaf
God speed expressionism has no cheat sheet
Eyeballs bleed
When you play my clip on repeat
Fall to your knees, fucker
This is no politico shmoe stump
But it is my proto-punk
For fools who don't know stuff
Throwing dinner parties in a SoHo dump
You can't hear it unless you grow your nuts
See what it is they ignant'de'librate
Simp on indifferent
Like it were Gibraltar the rock
Of all wisdom mock em, i pimp em
It's all the sun lets me hit
Em with'll the uncivil the dumbed
And everything this side a numb
Please step your deaf's back
While I axe on all these cattle
Fed capsules half happy for Babel
I ain't no adder of 'posed ta and reins
I got the powder of gun on run
In my viense and all that's under my name
Air Force Ones and square horse tongues
Where the animals hidden gallant
From playmates from cattle
Scrape me off the belly of
Air Force Ones and square horse tongues
Where the animals have hidden the
Valour from playmates from catt
Fuck all this singing shit
Top speeds out of your hermetic retreat
Knock-need by the ever present beep beeps
Crossbreed polarities that would be neat
Gosh jeez these personalities could pre heat
Ricotta cheese
Oozing out the company's teat
Drop to your knees
Until the boss screams "skeet skeet"
Or jot freely on this fermented tea leaf
God speed expressionism has no cheat sheet
Eyeballs bleed
When you play my clip on repeat
Fall to your knees, fucker
This is no politico shmoe stump
But it is my proto-punk
For fools who don't know stuff
Throwing dinner parties in a SoHo dump
You can't hear it unless you grow your nuts
See what it is they ignant'de'librate
Simp on indifferent
Like it were Gibraltar the rock
Of all wisdom mock em, i pimp em
It's all the sun lets me hit
Em with'll the uncivil the dumbed
And everything this side a numb
Please step your deaf's back
While I axe on all these cattle
Fed capsules half happy for Babel
I ain't no adder of 'posed ta and reins
I got the powder of gun on run
In my viense and all that's under my name