Pet Alligators

[Intro] (Busdriver & Nocando) OH! Now we've faced ten thousand haters Mad, cos I got these pet Alligators (What else?) Exotic birds (What else?) Big cats (What else?) A lot of words, sick raps Pet, pet, pet Alligators (x4) [Verse 1] (Nocando) My spirit animal's a rich nigga Yo spirit animal's a bitch nigga I got, voodoo in my veins man But don't call me no witch nigga Don't call me no warlock That's ('Pac?), he got it rolled up with your magazine from 1993 With the UPC code torn off I go Werner Herzog The drunk girls take their shirts off Whenever I take my shirt off So now I won't take my shirt off I've got, more hoes than a firetruck My flow's so cold man I'm fired up Hellfyre'd up, Richard Pryor'd up They'll be singing that shit like you choir'd up [Hook] (Busdriver) Yeah, I'm in the market for a giraffe leash Who the fuck would need a giraffe leash? But, rich people who smoke hasheesh And treat reality like pastiche [Verse 2] (Busdriver) When aromatherapy just smells like gas leaks So my eyeteeth are all amber tipped Cos the rap shtick, and the Slasher flick Above the ? ? ? clep speech Buster nigga's all hug ? ? ? ? They kiss butt cheeks So they could be the first to pluck the meat Off your sorted bones Nigga, I'm trying to carve Flash Bang up on Mount Rushmore Gamma ray flush core Up yours, we just scored [Intro] [Verse 3] (Nocando) Yo, life is splendid I'm smoking flight with this flight attendant I befriended, she fine as hell, and I'm sure my wife's offended Jet-lagged and a bit lethargic Everything was disregarded I been working hard man, way harder than Mr. Markets Hitting targets, dodging traps, grinding, hustling, wheeling, dealing Doing me, and all of that shit they tell you to say in rapper school Graduated valedictorian, class clown, extra credit, act a fool Brownie points after school (YA!) [Verse 4] (Busdriver) No, I wouldn't wanna be in your shoes Because look at them, they're all open-toed And you talk like your balls are frozen cold And you listen to Paul Oakenfold But, holding in all of the copious laughter Well, they should give us all Golden Globes But sorry, nobody can hold in the LOLs When your life work starts with an opening loll Lo and behold, a casual listener Would gather that you and yours are smoking poles I didn't mean that to sound derogatory Let me throw some bones, put your bros before hoes Sit in briefs and old pantsuits When at least my gold dance shoes But the sequence ? can do When it's me and Nocando, like [Intro] [Bridge] Now we got: Ten thousand haters (x3) Man we got: Ten thousand haters (x3) We only had 10 haters, but now we got ten thousand haters [Hook] [Outro] Ten Thousand!