Busdriver - Somethingness lyrics

Busdriver: - Now this... this Busdriver name. What exactly are you trying to say? Are you trying to say that you're reaching out to their... your fellow undercla**men? Your fellow proletariat, you're trying to bring them into the light? - I'm saying nothing. - I mean now, when you mean nothing, you don't mean "nothing"! You mean it in a kind of existential, nihilist, Nietzsche type of way. I mean, tell me what's going on. Explain to me, brother. Explain to me. - Nothing. All I wanted was insurance and a dental plan But ladies and gentlemen All they do is grow daisies at a mental can Get a job! Easy for you to say You're a member in some rap group But at least I stood for something I'm a baby in a trash hoop who's good for nothing Now, upon buying this album you've done three things: Proven that you're a hippie counterculture sun chaser, and Proven that you're unaware of your contribution to my fundraiser for me to rule the world And you want to join the club to get a renewal, you need a referral from a previous employer But we know you're a schoolgirl who needs a devious lawyer to prove otherwise In the court of law, get this n***a a sports bra, but that's besides the point You've also proven that mundane tasks to you are like slave labor, so you don't do nothing If you were in grave danger, your problem wouldn't prove sudden And went inside to wake up early you at the alarm clock and the snooze bu*ton in If you were stranded on a deserted island you would probably farm crops and stew food hunted You inspected all the fun and you laugh, thinking if things go according to plan in the song You'll be subordinate in a tanning salon, wearing a white shirt, with cold air freezing Drinking soft drinks, yet dying of thirst, but for no apparent reason Well, what are your plans today? Well, I'm certainly not gonna do any of the house chores But I think I'm gonna dabble and do up my dissertation that I'm gonna present to Al Gore With an unpresentable mouth sore about nothingness Radioinactive: There's nothing Nothing that's better for enhancing the chance of being empty And it'll hold a certain mystic freedom And freedom is in a hole that people fall and die in Record full of nothing but a bebop An amoeba auction, a hummus falafel, a dick in the H in the Haitian abated Graffiti verbatim preventative medicine preventing hip nethers I get up in her venery heaven Adam and Eve are having a meeting with a cat so so soulful with a bowlful Of no, no, no, nothing ever happens, here's a leather napkin Riding on a k**er wildebeest in the wilderness of the Middle East And back to Italy to set this scene of nativity in the hills of Mississippi With a dollar-fifty and a bottle of whiskey and a woman to bake me some biscuits And a little piece of Feliz Navidad, you never had a dad So Tenenbaum or MacDonald after Ramadan Fast enough to catch me placing those splashes, vagabond, don't be laughing You David Ha**elhoff in a castle box, Castlevania building pencils In Pennsylvania with the stencil stain you'll love End of the verse, so hand me your purse I'm the one that you will see At the Italian Hill near you See, I like at the opera where a life is a d**h, and I see that the d**h is near ( Busdriver: And on a basketball court backboard is the head of a deer!) Chorus: There's something I wanna tell ya It's been eating me from inside out Let's make it a point to get together sometime soon And we'll talk Come close enough so I can whisper I've been meaning to tell you that Oh sh**, I forgot what I was gonna say Never mind Busdriver: Hear my tummy moan, 'cause I spit up all my vom But you know I gotta get a muddy gnome from puppy cones before they know these songs are full of absolute nothingness And contrary to popular belief, our lucrative rate is in gra** root cuttingness From CD duplicates burning I don't hatch bad news and a money clip But I have a tumor, as seen of a baby's mother tit on the mammogram A dozen mother ships plan to land, so I could melt the demand with heat-ray gun Instead of going to midnight ma** with DJ Run Or rich white trash sedatives house a plum substance in a pipe that announce me and the cancer as husband And wife, but I think I'm gonna get a second opinion Our blood an*lysis finds there's nothing wrong! So I'll get a third opinion There's nothing wrong with you! It's just that my words are swimming again I'm drowning in my swim trunks Doing cover songs with Alvin and the Chipmunks holding a thousand pistol grip pumps Shouting "get crunk!" at your grandmother's house doing nothing ( Nothing! Absolutely nada.) Rhetoric: "Go back to Compton, you dirty n******g, we don't sell watermelons here" Is what I yell at the white folks on the way to the gun show once a year n***a, some of my best friends are white, and I love mud sharks just the same Except for the ones that come from Africa and got Johnson for a last name Darth Vader, Rhetoric, Earl Jones James, by the way What's another name for sh**-colored in German? Take a guess Melanin, you illiterate knuckle-dragging ethnic thief two-fifths of a person Civil servant, welfare undeserving, never own A suburban home, I hope they raise the rent so high The crack money you make couldn't buy you better property curbside In the game of Monopoly you would advance to Run ( not Boardwalk!) You hide as her pitch-white map cause your corn-fed pig wife Gave you penis envy over the pony in the barn f** you and the horse you rode in on, bestiality p**n ( Don't watch it!) Defecation p**n ( Don't watch it!), sh**-face drunk from cow-tipping last night Your version of crackery is reminiscing on an umbilical cord Before you had to pay for the rock and hit the gla** pipe Yeah, let's talk about civil rights, a spic straight from the Chop-shop put together wrong, if ever there was a Mexican Transformer He would be a lowrider named Wetbacktron Con artists hit the stopwatch and let's play a barbed wire game Of turntable hopscotch in the form of a swastika Chorus: There's something I wanna tell ya It's been eating me from inside out Let's make it a point to get together sometime soon And we'll talk Come close enough so I can whisper I've been meaning to tell you that Oh sh**, I forgot what I was gonna say Never mind Busdriver: All I wanted was insurance and a dental plan But ladies and gentlemen All they do is grow daisies at a mental can Get a job! Easy for you to say You're a member in some rap group But at least I stood for something I'm a baby in a trash hoop who's good for nothing