Busdriver - Opposable Thumbs lyrics

I'm a liberated plethora of pro black factoids to the white piccaninnies who love black boys I go to every poetry reading Wearing my dashiki and kufi And when all the OG's are leaving then I scoop my weekly booty from women who are subdued by the left-wing liberal gibble-gabble for the (???) coffee shop leading frivolous civil battles my body's offered to a higher cause to sample my goodies with firing squad Shooting with earth tones and pastel colors Enabling' me to start acquiring broads I say cosmetics are extract from whale blubber I'm saying tennis shoes are made from 4 year-olds in sweat shops This aint kilwage and d**h to the cyber god!! Before you know it shes wearing moccasins and gra** skirts See how fast it works you'll be eating narcissists and bags of multi-grain bread reading books and saying TV land is for the brain dead It is simply because of her bourgeois upbringing There's her bohemian flag vintage clothes hanging off her lanky physique romanticize this angry geek She's college material turned into a fair-skin who*e American forged I've been seducing these women so I formed a committee and I'm the chairman of the board call me Harrison Ford when I have to use my "Han Solo" guess what? happiness, has a sales tax we're not soul mates, that's just something that I read I don't love you, I am just a movie actor Lets read poems in a nuclear reactor You may think I'm just a anti-social bum Well I don't need you, cause I have opposable thumbs Wanna hear my dissertation? Exchange your tutu and tiara for this hemp anklet Have you ever f**ed with a martyr then slept in the embankment? (??)n*sync and I wrapped into a handkerchief I decorate my speech with Taoism and karma but I don't know Walt Whitman from Walt Disney Small titties and perky nipples will augment my dog sense But I'm far from a puppy dog Cause I have opposable thumbs I'm just a sturdy fraud I use to study abroad (??) undercover s** symbol Ehh? Rap moguls make sums from money fraud but I sell CD's that sponge off young ladies and will I was fighting for all of my rights when I stood still Like a beattress to the KFC When they sold chunks of the mutated red rooster Genetically engineered, dude it's good and other girls sell the corporate Lex Luthor exponentially by the end of the year (??) out of toilet seats, we'll come to my place and read ya tarot cards we'll exchange (??) fluids (??) and learn my political views, the colorful whimsical hues guess what? happiness, has a sales tax we're not soul mates, that's just something that I read I don't love you, I am just a movie actor Lets read poems in a nuclear reactor You may think I'm just a anti-social bum Well I don't need you, cause I have opposable thumbs I don't always need women, cause I'm happy with myself Nanananana you will leave me Nanananana but my poems s** Nanananana you bought my CD Nanananana now your modem's stuck all the ladies in the house, who sleep with poets just put your hands in the air, just let everybody know who you are (know what I'm saying) hey, young lady? very good! All I have is salty game and a membership to blockbuster, trying to make subtle advances until she called me a co*ks**er and told me to not touch her Can't two consenting adults be open about their s**uality over hot supper Trying to nibble on the woman flower but I get swooped down upon by the ex-boyfriend crop duster How can I sample her goods? Must be a tree hugger who sleeps in a tent to re-number the sequence of events or f**ing patron saint of self-pity whose ego lives in a little world and has blatant hate for elf-city? Probably. She'll think I commute from Mars to Earth to pick a working princess in a poetry onto star-search Even I'm of large gurth and have boils on my skin and I'm a hunchback She'll simply involve by my supposed artwork Even though my poems sound like im the first mothaf**a to hear Ursula Rucker And I'm so Hollywood I wanna be on speaking terms with all the superstars Eating wheat germs and fruit bars (??) and roll up my used car Like poetry for polygamy yeah Poetry for polygamy yeah guess what? happiness, has a sales tax we're not soul mates, that's just something that I read I don't love you, I am just a movie actor Lets read poems in a nuclear reactor You may think I'm just a anti-social bum Well I don't need you, cause I have opposable thumbs thumps up, thumbs up thumbs down This goes out, this goes out to all the spoken-word artists Nothing but hemp anklets and f**ing sun dresses and f**ing makeshift, bullsh** dreadlocks You know what I'm saying? I got a fetish for that