Busdriver - Least Favorite Rapper lyrics

Busdriver: Uh oh Nocando: 'ey 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 people 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 been 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 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 corns 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 me yellin all 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 ends 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: And sell 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! 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: 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