Busdriver - Ego Death (feat. Aesop Rock & Danny Brown) | Текст песни

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• Busdriver
• Ego Death (feat. Aesop Rock & Danny Brown)

[Intro: Aesop Rock]
Yeah, no, I understand what you're saying, but... is it sexier than torture?

[Intro: Busdriver]
We can make this better (x3)

[Verse 1: Busdriver]
Under the cellulite-laden thigh of the night
I slip miniature mantras between my cries and gripes
Chewing flavor crystals under read blue and white stripes
While crowds throw numbers at me like
the Price is Right
And downtime is never met with an overjoyed grin
Сause sleep and death have always been conjoined twins
You rather lick the wet gills of pop art
Then your cement-filled pockmarks
The withering tendrils from my wrought heart
Reach for a Benadril like it was a lost ark
Сause my average day is full of body legions and property seizures
We crotchety seniors living inside splotchy Addidas
Serving consecutive sentences
My corrective lenses is Ruby Quartz
Yet my vision ain’t worth a jiggling booty wart
Circumstances trap writers like Kathy Bates
Under a decolorized happy face
So my car ain’t covered in candy paint
This little nanny state can’t fix a diaper rash
I’m penniless on the cybercast
Questioning news items playing patty cake with Ira Glass
The fact that this ponyshow’s racist
Stirs the colloquial cake mix and charges the homeostasis
Of all the homies who await us
Like we some Smoking Joe Frazier’s
But my unchecked whining’s like some ceremonial plate shift

[Hook: Busdriver]
We can make this better, or not, yes we will
We're just looking for something inside us to kill
We can make this better, or not, yes we will
We're just looking for something inside us to kill
We can make this better, or not, yes we will
We're just looking for something inside us to kill
We can make this better

[Verse 2: Aesop Rock]
Before long, oil the bones
A little celery chop
A little pepper, a little milk of the poppy
Little posse in effect
Analog mono-poly Man'o'War
Walloping the item piling avatar
Mind on his Mallomars
Money on the iron lung
Clumsy with the can of worms
Usher you behind the sun
He shoots the whores, truly stupid troubadours and elders
Stock the shelter with frijoles and blueberry New York Seltzers
Roll up in a pa-diddle like a doofus
Hit the corner like the devil is a cubist
I'm ruthless, the sigil is dog with a cone, feeling foolish
Seven hells calling all foreseeable futures
Being obtain culprit
Crippling migraine and strange stomach
Or a stray bullet through his gray mullet
I am ivy up the goddamn lattice
March to the Math rock
Raw, no cartoon mascot
The Mario pajama bottoms clumsily repelling
Under a gibbous moon
Hunting for shitty food
Gunning, too tough, embedded in bad magic
Duck Boy shit is quack-tastic

[Hook: Busdriver]

I'm not done yet
I'm not done yet
I'm not done yet
I'm not done yet
We can make this better, or not, yes we will
We're just looking for something inside us to kill

[Verse 3: Danny Brown]
Rap Marilyn Manson, about as hot as a Vanson
With two hoodies on the beach with two bitches crump dancin'
Rappers quit your advancin', last man standin'
Bars hit so hard you ricochet off the planet
The motherfucking hybrid, tell Miley Cyrus text me
When I holler to her private I'm tryna get them privates
Parts, don't start, take heart like Kano
Remember when I told to you niggas drink all the Dran-o
Pop all the pills, take all the lines
Chop through a window with some sawblade blinds
Back on that shit, guess what this time?
Half a stick of dynamite where the sun don't shine
Any nigga disrespecting, chin check 'em 'til he's slinky-neck
Blowing dope, eyes low and chinky like I'm Mannie Fresh
Countdown to extinction, no nigga not Megadeath
So many dead rappers, can't even take baby steps
Walking over carcasses of artists in my garden
Been nice with this shit since Nas was writin' past the margin
Any nigga wanna start it, I fuckin' beg your pardon
I'm with arson, I'm the firestarter; Prodigy invent the art
Smack my bitch up in the mouth with my dick
And it's not domestic violence cause she likes that shit
There's no sentence to describe it, homie
Except she sucked it like her fucking life depended on it

[Hook: Busdriver]