Busdriver - Driving Under The Influence lyrics

n***as, pick up your feet and get it moving because, Our situation ain't improving wit the bible We're moving in to all the units and the side show When you're clueless and foolish and driving under the influence You'll be dead on arrival n***as, pick up your feet and get it moving because, Our situation ain't improving wit the bible We're moving in to all the units and the side show When you're clueless and foolish and driving under the influence You'll be dead on arrival Metallic ballad, drum machine mallet That may release a pallet of celebrity droppings on the cat walk They were spoon fed to reduce back talk Give you a bloody, little for your money Cause I caulked your honey Just because she got a runny clit Saying she wants a man in touch with her feelings But she'd rather get f**ed to the ceiling Hasn't menstruated in months she's concealing Part of her's sick and breathes and clucks And eats nothing but chicken feed, ear plugs A bum is what she wants stricken with greed She'll have you collecting change into to tin cups She'll eat up your cum drops like gum drops But her young twat's hot like sun spots Fate cannot be determined by a Ouija board But by the cd and mix boards To say out the fifth word of this chord against yours And try to swim to shore I'm not controlled by a recessive gene I wore my impressor jeans Looking for the best of things Swimming in infested streams Taking advantage of big chested queens Busdriver, the master of the freedom of speech On the mean streets where you been seen sleep And your teams weak and that's why You want to redeem me And mother f**ers are so righteous Talking bout get rid of the white b**h Stop rapping high pitched But it's my niche, I'll do what I wish I took a leap of faith over a knee brace But in any case, you're just an empty face Who drinks henny chased, with a weed that's laced I've achieved my place I didn't win it in a sweepstakes So if you sneak on my estate It better be by mistake or leave needing a knee brace Ah Jeez don't hate, we don't high speed chase We don't speak to cheap skates, or eat beef stakes Now, with a feta aid I made cheese and papes And sold heaps of tapes and made n***as replace But they're snooty ballers, spending most of their time at beauty parlors But never would I infringe the West or mend and press Or pinch your breast, cause I been fresh in every way And I'll singe my flesh if I ever betray So read 'em and weep and make the coin sweep Busdriver, mastered the freedom of speech I'll never be beneath, the mean streets n***as, pick up your feet and get it moving because, Our situation ain't improving wit the bible We're moving in to all the units and the side show When you're clueless and foolish and driving under the influence You'll be dead on arrival n***as, pick up your feet and get it moving because, Our situation ain't improving wit the bible We're moving in to all the units and the side show When you're clueless and foolish and driving under the influence You'll be dead on arrival