(Bloody Paw on the) Kill Floor Lyrics Busdriver Buy now, I kill for a living Buy now, I kill for a living...
I'm fitted for a heat-resistant sleeve Keep your distance please Your persona's in question my phosphorescent skin makes your heat pistons freeze I'm a hallucinogen pez-dispenser, led ventures With a group of umpla-lumpa parachute troopers Who discredit theories and behead your mentors Who can radio wave windsurf to invert what is common knowledge I will insert my solemn promise to style until my limbs burst Negotiate with marketing consultants, giving me the once-over Wearing grim smirks They would like me to convert my gritty edge To unearth my earning potential But my face is so sun burnt Due to all the grassroots grunt work That I won't be co-opted and every photo-op needs To be photoshopped cropped and snipped But I'm a street vendor kinds sir, this style-free is dopamine It's a meat tenderizer at the gallery opening
You can join my suicide cult Membership is free Take these cyanide eye-drops And peppermint hemlock This is what you have been billed for Dancing on the kill floor To vibrant woofer, clients butchered to a film score This is what you have been killed for Dancing on the kill floor To vibrant woofer, clients butchered to a film score
Contrast bohemia to my workplace When I'm racing in carpool lane to sell s*** to an art school lame -Don't you think you're hot s*** Well what do you have to offer? A dead archetype able to be purchased on a credit card swipe But they can they pinpoint and nail My distance between art and commerce with just an invoice of a sale I will disappoint an ail Those who want to deny us the majority rule When a will jump in my primordial pool Without knowing where their swim trunks were But not everyone knows what they're called on to encumber You can't know by just logging on with a pin number Buy now! You pasty Brits! Buy now! You crazy chicks! Buy! 'Cause I don't pay attention to rules, regulations or safety tips Love us! Eligible bachelors! Love us! 'Cause we're the blowed rappers Loved! 'Cause I tour the country so much I can do it blindfolded with no road atlas Unrelated to your three-legged preachy bootleggers will do away with you, CD duplicators Make vegans do the salad bar swing-pivot Wave your valid parking tickets At the endangered sea-urchin Tell me the name of your political activist key person And I'll tell you what's under the blips Of the clean version of the infamous rap rant Trickling down the baggy pant leg of this unhappy class aid Covered in shell fragments of this graffiti tagged glass egg I can sell anything to a hip-hopper like it's my cathartic something But I don't make enough to go apartment hunting
You can dance to death and for no extra charge Give me your debit card So you can have sex with stars This is what you have been billed for Dancing on the kill floor To vibrant woofer, clients butchered to a film score This is what you have been billed for Dancing on the kill floor To vibrant woofer, clients butchered to a film score ... Buy now, I kill for a living Buy now, I kill for a living...