[Intro]
(Busdriver & Nocando)
OH!
Now we've faced ten thousand haters
Mad, cos I got these pet Alligators
(What else?)
Exotic birds
(What else?)
Big cats
(What else?)
A lot of words, sick raps
Pet, pet, pet Alligators (x4)
[Verse 1]
(Nocando)
My spirit animal's a rich n***a
Yo spirit animal's a b**h n***a
I got, voodoo in my veins man
But don't call me no witch n***a
Don't call me no warlock
That's ('Pac?), he got it rolled up with your magazine from 1993
With the UPC code torn off
I go Werner Herzog
The drunk girls take their shirts off
Whenever I take my shirt off
So now I won't take my shirt off
I've got, more hoes than a firetruck
My flow's so cold man I'm fired up
Hellfyre'd up, Richard Pryor'd up
They'll be singing that sh** like you choir'd up
[Hook]
(Busdriver)
Yeah, I'm in the market for a giraffe leash
Who the f** would need a giraffe leash?
But, rich people who smoke hasheesh
And treat reality like pastiche
[Verse 2]
(Busdriver)
When aromatherapy just smells like gas leaks
So my eyeteeth are all amber tipped
Cos the rap shtick, and the Slasher flick
Above the ? ? ? clep speech
Buster n***a's all hug
? ? ? ?
They kiss bu*t cheeks
So they could be the first to pluck the meat
Off your sorted bones
n***a, I'm trying to carve Flash Bang up on Mount Rushmore
Gamma ray flush core
Up yours, we just scored
[Intro]
[Verse 3]
(Nocando)
Yo, life is splendid
I'm smoking flight with this flight attendant
I befriended, she fine as hell, and I'm sure my wife's offended
Jet-lagged and a bit lethargic
Everything was disregarded
I been working hard man, way harder than Mr. Markets
Hitting targets, dodging traps, grinding, hustling, wheeling, dealing
Doing me, and all of that sh** they tell you to say in rapper school
Graduated valedictorian, cla** clown, extra credit, act a fool
Brownie points after school (YA!)
[Verse 4]
(Busdriver)
No, I wouldn't wanna be in your shoes
Because look at them, they're all open-toed
And you talk like your balls are frozen cold
And you listen to Paul Oakenfold
But, holding in all of the copious laughter
Well, they should give us all Golden Globes
But sorry, nobody can hold in the LOLs
When your life work starts with an opening loll
Lo and behold, a casual listener
Would gather that you and yours are smoking poles
I didn't mean that to sound derogatory
Let me throw some bones, put your bros before hoes
Sit in briefs and old pantsuits
When at least my gold dance shoes
But the sequence ? can do
When it's me and Nocando, like
[Intro]
[Bridge]
Now we got:
Ten thousand haters (x3)
Man we got:
Ten thousand haters (x3)
We only had 10 haters, but now we got ten thousand haters
[Hook]
[Outro]
Ten Thousand!