Party Pooper

You see, I'm a party pooper Yeah, I'm a party pooper Yes sir, Project Blowed What are you? Huh, I'll have blood oozing out the doll in paint Leave the club fuming and you'll file a complaint When the next emcees of human style is a faint weapon For me to hinder the growth Is my civil duty I'd rather you find your inner beauty than wiggle your booty 'Cuz there's mercenaries in all the blind spots That could get my person buried in a pine box Is it because my first person carries on all the time slots Or 'cuz I won't treat a Virgin Mary like livestock? I want a B-girl who praises Islam or Rastafari Doesn't hang out with misogynist bar flies Not an androgynous tomboy, or a lecturous lush With an affectionate bust, who has a fetish to fuck She'll give you genital warts full of infected pus What'd you expect from Bus? Of course I'm a party pooper Your girl brings me Kama Sutra while I'm squeezing barley from her juicer (Chorus) I'm a party pooper, but you just want to squeeze on barbies' hooters And try to please the Manarky's ruler But the way I serve these emcees is harly a rumor You see, I'm a party pooper Come on, I'm a party pooper "Yeah man, we gotta get in this club tonight, get my drank on Fuck wit dem hoes, be on some hot shit" Now what is hot shit? A warm stool from the butt horn of a mule Or a globe that conforms to the rules? So I take these fools to reform school Or go ahead and buy a new pair of pants, we'll do the square dance You folks aren't given a fair chance to give the underground a glare or glance But I'm certain that a rare chance will earn us shares and grants Like I'm certain that you're handicapped and can't hacky sack Like I'm certain that your crappy raps won't get no handclaps I'm sure! Like a breakout of anthrax Make you take out your tampax, stand back! That's the way that the biters go The more decimals on the check, the more special effects But it's an inevitable letdown Leave styles to make you feel like a vegetable from the neck down These drum kicks, sound like several tech rounds being fired Shooting in the canopy to stop the hootenanny "Okay people, exit the club, there's nothing to see here" See, they bite chunks of info when cypher punks go home driving drunk For god's sake, snap out of it! You dumb yuppies, Humpty Dumpties and young guppies Your pop song's a satire of itself Your war machine backfires and melts He thought I was just a hired help but (Chorus) I said Project Blowed We are party poopers I say Afterlife We are party poopers Yeah, Busdriver You know he's a party pooper I said Jizzm You know he's a party pooper I said Mexican Descent They're party poopers I said Hip Hop Klan Party poopers I said Chillin Villain Empire Party poopers I said Cypher 7 Party poopers I said Onomotopoeia Party poopers Everybody in the Blowed Party poopers Everybody outside Party poopers All of the security They party poopers Everybody that you know Party poopers Yeah, your uncle and your aunt Party poopers All these whack emcees They should be party poopers Wouldn't it be better if we were all party poopers?