Blowed Anthem

[Sample] Project Blowed Project Blowed [Verse 1: Busdriver] By a show of hands How many of you went to Project Blowed instead of having hot sex with hoes Watch feds rip shows and spit flows By a show of hands How many of you dig the [?] And spend nights with hedonists while breathing in a mist of weed 'n a spliff knowin' you need to quit By a show of hands How of you will self-destruct and underachieve And don't know the difference between hunger and greed Or help your baby mother with your seed (I wanna hear y'all say it) By a show of hands How many of y'all know of Driver As a duck bill platypus while uphill rappers push rhymes to equate diamonds and estates I defy time and space, while others [?] Exacting mini-mes [?] similes tap into the MP3 and rap endless for half a century You'll still be a wack emcee [?] voice is in the monitor You act like you want to be my boyfriend and a stenographer Put the reed in my mouth and [?] barometer temperature readout You loiter [?] your punk ass I will seek out (I see you!) By a show of hands How many of you would worship God if it was convenient to save your ass Because you're not obedient to the slave task of [?] [?] brain blast [?] But you believe in a [?] and Gods inherit things that are oxygen-based But you're socked in the face in a theological debate [?] talk out of place, nailed to a cross with stake Locked in a place where your fed toxic waste [?] frosted flakes (ha!) People, by a show of hands [Sample] Project Blowed, what's the code Project Blowed, what's the code Project... Project... Project... Blowed [Verse 2: Busdriver] By a show of hands How many of you went to Project Blowed instead of having hot sex with hoes Watch feds rip shows and spit flows By a show of hands Watch feds rip shows and spit flows By a show of hands And spend nights with hedonists while breathing in a mist of weed 'n a spliff knowin' you need to quit By a show of hands How many of you dig the [?] involve with girls that make your dick [?] So you quit your job and skip town Find your body at the end of a fishing or a ditch in the ground (Stay with me people) By a show of hands How many of you are rich snobs in hick town (be honest) By a show of hands How many of you heard the song and didn't like it And your crew didn't like the song either How many of you know Driver's a psychic palm reader A life-long achiever of rhyming all night long through a speaker Put people's hands up like [?] cheerleaders with long sleeve shirts By a show of hands How many of you chant Allah Akbar at a squad car as a peaceful protest Against the evil grotesque ideals from pop stars choosin' exposed flesh I keep my eyes peeled, wide open By a show of hands [Outro: Busdriver] Anyway, that concludes our program this evening of Project Blowed Come back next week where there will be more festivities for all of to enjoy By a show of hands Busdriver Busdriver, huh [?] Daddy Kev Project Blowed Busdriver Afterlife, huh Show them hands, voice your opinion