Fire Hydrant

{Intro, Busdriver} Oh, shoot, it's Busdriver and Das Racist Shoot, it's the 'driver and Das Racist (x2) {Hook, Busdriver} I’m the big dog, you the firehydrant I’m the big dog, you the firehydrant I’m the big dog, you the firehydrant [I keep a lot of iron in my diet…](pending) [Verse 1: Kool A.D.] Yeah, critics suduck didick Li'l midgets, look at my middle digit Y'all act like Chronicles of Riddick Pop you in the eye, I don't even need spinach Shit is the thickest, nothin' really to get mad at, forget it [?] Don't sweat it, chickenheads print it I know everything they fin'na say before they said it Mr. Smartypants, Franz Fer-die-nand Li'l Gudda, this little dance is ours, man Wrong man, right man, white man, black man Stack man, running man, running man Running on the track, man Just tryna eat like Pac-Man Put me in the movie or act like Hugh Jackman Gonna make a funny like my name was Jack Black, man But I'm really gunning for ya money like the tax man Throw your Tascams in the trash cans You said before you didn't hear so it's new to you The rest is only sorta hot, like 4 o'clock I'm on the two, or even three Using you...to me it's sorta ???? but don't need to be (Okay) Now, um, what kinda question will you ask me? Be like Eminem and have back acne, rockin' black khakis and a hat to the back rappin' all the words to the track packin' a MAC in the back of the Ac' actually (Uhh!) and it's like me! [[Hook]] [Verse 2: Busdriver] I call my drum machine sugar tits It dips subwoofers quick in hooker spit Fools refer to rap like it can be succinctly summed With their tubes tide they choose sides And then the feces’s flung Thanks to it, man I’m a stinking bum Drinking white coffee who biopsied The bleeding gums of my teething young Shout out to my girl With my pinky and thumb I make her pee-pee cum Shameful pillow talk makes her dildo squawk So I chill in my Long Johns cozy, eating Wontons slowly My haircut straight Jon Bon Jovi As a kid I kissed posters Now indie kids get big boners when I kick the misnomers Being the only black guy in the room’s a given Discussing it ad nauseum makes my body numb with rheumatism Y’all be on rap, man I’m beyond rap I just yawn at rap so turtle wax my ball sack Hematoma at Tony Roma’s for us OG Yodas For chilling on cozy sofas drinking soapy boba Man I can make Parker Posey’s ovum ingest Macaulay Culkin Then turn Sarkosy Vulcan Because I’m that ill, man I kill to breathe I’m so ill that I’m more than often ill-received But we cannot put cancer-ridden titties in a Wonderbra Nor put spinners on a hover car, 'cause... [[Hook]] [Verse 3: Heems] Yo brown skin dreadlocks ??? (Aight)