Free the Robots - Least Favorite Rapper lyrics

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Free the Robots - Least Favorite Rapper lyrics

Busdriver: Uh oh Nocando: Hey I don't need no popper stoppers Cause the money in the pop Nocando, Busdriver Busdriver: Wait hold on though Nocando: Project Blowed Busdriver: Don't say my name though Nocando: Poppin' P's profusely Busdriver: I don't want anybody to know I'm on this song Nocando: These sneaker geek emcees to me is so Broke Back So f** s**y in '09 I'm bringing broke back Busdriver: Your favorite rapper's brawny Wearing a French braided hair shirt My bank account be scrawny Since I was a 10th grader square twerp Nocando: Your favorite rapper is extravagant Aside from his pompous name He's like a nursery with more cribs than John McCain Busdriver: Your favorite dude champions every Chicago city slum From his condominium While brandishing his implausible mini-gun Nocando: He sells more d** than the FDA He's ready for war like FDR I believe him whole-heartedly Because he keeps saying it in every bar Busdriver: Your favorite guy said that he shot n***as On the gra** lawn in his rap song But he's sweeter than baked goods When he claims his hood as Capcom Nocando: Your favorite rapper's got Alzheimer's Repeats himself like a old timer He works harder than a gold miner When it comes to picking ghostwriters Busdriver: And me, I'm your least favorite With a haircut like a pineapple Wearing khakis torn singing hi-soprano Loading candy corn like it's live ammo Nocando: What's wrong with you? Busdriver: Oh, Oh! I'm your least favorite rapper My records only get released in Anchorage, Alaska Nocando: What's wrong with you? Busdriver: Oh, Oh! I'm your least favorite rapper Rummaging through debris of screenplays and actors Nocando: What the f** is wrong with you? Busdriver: Oh, Oh! I can't lease space ships from NASA Because I'm the least favorite rapper [Nocando]: What's wrong with you? Busdriver: I am your least favorite I am your least favorite I am your least favorite Nocando: I am your least favorite rapper My release date is after The D-Day disaster I need to get cheesecake for master Busdriver: I am your least favorite Flavor Flav impersonator Pissing on the circuit breaker Nocando: While the strippers do the percolator Busdriver: I will be spell-checking some blurb in the paper Nocando: Read by the type of hipster That don't like the Illinois kinds of n***as While I'm vibing with you like Michael Richards "n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a" Busdriver: Still unliked because my leading single's about Laser beams and force fields And my hoopty's not full of groupies Just Mabellyne and orange peels But I'll serve n***as at the Pizza Hut Nocando: And the suburban kids say I'm not street enough But compared to them I'm street as f** Busdriver: I will put USB in their tween c*nts Nocando: When it comes to this nerd rap It seems like the black thing's a problem You know what I Idi A-mean I feel like the last king of Scotland Busdriver: So my job has me cultivating all the white guilt Dipping Polaroids in rice milk Smacking Souja Boy wearing corduroys And an iced grill Nocando: The new rap fans listen to 'Ye Start sniffing the yay pretending they're gay Put a switch in their hips and a feminine sway Just to convince the women to stay Busdriver: Selling out like it was Christmas Day And give everyone an admission to pay For a tit in the face Nocando: I was beginning to say What came first the chicken or egg The twist in the fray, dissident fan that listens today Dissipates visits and strays What the f**, did our whole approach to business decay? Busdriver: We underused all the parlor tricks Instead of talking about art and sh** I should have put my hardened dick In the hind quarters of Time Warner Nocando: It's over! That fool just served Time Warner Fools are sniffin' 'yay That fool had tits at your Christmas party! Shout out to Forest Whitaker, Idi Amin! Yeah! What's wrong with you? Busdriver: Oh, Oh! I'm your least favorite rapper My records only get released in Anchorage, Alaska Nocando: What's wrong with you? Busdriver: I'm your least favorite rapper Rummaging through debris of screenplays and actors Nocando: What the f** is wrong with you? Busdriver: Oh, Oh! I can't lease space ships from NASA Because I'm your least favorite rapper Nocando: What's wrong with you? Busdriver: I am your least favorite I am your least favorite I am your least favorite