Driving Under The Influence

Niggas, pick up your feet and get it moving because

Our situation ain't improving wit the Five-0

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

Niggas, pick up your feet and get it moving because

Our situation ain't improving wit the Five-0

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 fucked 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 your (?)

And mother fuckers are so righteous

Talking bout get rid of the white bitch

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 niggas 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

Niggas, pick up your feet and get it moving because

Our situation ain't improving wit the Five-0

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

Niggas, pick up your feet and get it moving because

Our situation ain't improving wit the Five-0

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