As if they're a pop band test tube fluke
They bought a home that's the size of a ballpark
You can only cross the property with a golf cart
But they no longer can sell a billion records
Because when they first weren't trying was their last brilliant effort

Rappers say the darnedest things that you'll ever hear
Like "I heard you sold this many units" and I say "wish me better luck
next year"

There seems to be too much water pressure underneath your genre-
mesh blur
And to be honest I never took interest in the modern day Young Black
Teenagers
I'd thought they'd gone away replacing what's on gun racks with
cheese graters
To use on the spongy mind of the LA rapper swinging from a monkey
vine
Style biting used to result in a money fine, but now

Rappers say the darnedest things that you'll ever hear
Like I'm edgy and I'm risqu� and I say better luck next year

I replied to the wuss with a yo' mama's joke
When he said how much he pushed the envelope
A group of sexually ambivalent nihilists
Crying from an ovarian cyst
Picking at a vegetarian dish
Idolizing a German band who barely exists
But me, my name's never on the full-color flyer
I'm just the dull Busdriver
Thinking 'til my head is a bowl of dust fibers
To all the fools up under their trucker hats
Sagging until you can see their plumber's cracks
There is no metaphorical meaning
So don't bother sifting through the storyboard in one seating
It's just horribly demeaning
And you can't do burners
I want the colors back
Don't want to hear your dumb ideas
Just shut your trap
Jumping jacks thunder claps in your bubble gum raps

Rappers say the darnedest things that you'll ever hear
Like "I did a song with so-and-so and I got signed" but the checks will
never clear

these lyrics are submitted by Mush Records