Superhand's Mantra (Fuck Us All)

[Intro: Busdriver]

Fuck L.A. This place sucks. I know, 'cause I live here

Suck a dick... It's good for you

(Aesop Rock, Busdriver)

(Let's get it)

[Verse 1: Busdriver]

Yeah, I ain't really felt good since '81

The potassium move my atrium

Let me suck on this fucking round like a metallic baby thumb

My vest has always been double breasted

My hustle etiquette Enterobacteria

So I am at work in this concession stand in Terabithia

It not impeding the Malaria

That's a map of Libya

But if all these motherfuckers don't know the difference

Recall every nigga I'm a city brah

But if you look on my Netflix queue

I got difference too

Celebrate all of my settlers through

No breaths for two

I'm a smokestack living off building clouds

Like chemical defoliants

Holy shit I'm a nice box for livestocks where my thoughts

I should be on suicide watch

But i'm left to express this moratorium

Of a poorly run toy run

I used to make rappers walk the plank

Make it rain like a paper route

All the niggas say as I drank

So what if it was nigga juice

Y'all bit my body of work

Sort of like a saber tooth

And the labors all for the races

Establishment like David Duke

All the bars are nightly, nigga

Straight Baby Ruth

Plus you got me feeling hoarse

Walking around in daisy dukes

Y'all some Scandinavian pimps

I'm like Arabian prince

Holding a baby anywhere under your gator boots

Me, I just want to be loved

I forgot how to

Give me some rigid deprogramming for me to smile to

Well my whole soul is mildew

In cultural milieu

Aroma oils will build through

The rolls will kill you

Refrain

Cause I don't like you nigga

Yeah I don't like me nigga

And I don't like them nigga

Fuck us all

Check us out

[Verse 2: Aesop Rock]

Ey

Ey, ey, ey, ey

Uh, uh

(Get em Aes)

Ey

A barkin archived influential images

And hope your afternoon

Is tommy g and future primitive

Hoarded zelda maps and

And voted build a cap of president

With bells attached

Turn a silverback into a jellyfish

Any fish a lamb brand

Braceface gangrene

Sweating at the helm

Of a Benny Hill chase scene

Always

Wake up with a fever like a wicker man

Raking up his brow

Never bow unto a Pinkerton

Drinking a short arm

A small biz all piss

Licking dog blood

Of a clawed

The office

Ah dip

Rap is the app of the little bitches

They get up on the stage

And start ordering thin mints

The snail pace kids

Spin yarns with the bin minced

Guards armed with the cowlick of pin pin

Out with the in

While inventing all nighters

The kind that start sensibly

And end with bald tires

Reprehensibly

Here's a little one act i call

Rubber glue

Once upon a fuck you

Fuck you to

I drop bass onto megadeath

Scale, exhale

In the company of delicately shredded entrails

One cannot scrap the vibe easily

The moment you deny us of a pie divided equally

But

My whole soul's old news and cultural go tos

And son of a gold tooth

The summary folds you

[Refrain]

Cause I don't like you money

Yeah I don't like me money

And I don't like them money

Fuck us all

Check us out

[Outro]

What up

Ooh yeah