Party Rap Sucks

[Busdriver & Doseone] Scrape me off the belly of Air Force Ones and square horse tongues Where the animals hidden gallant from playmates from cattle Scrape me off the belly of Air Force Ones and square horse tongues Where the animals have hidden the valour from playmates from catt [Doseone] Fuck all this singing shit [Busdriver] Top speeds Out of your hermetic retreat Knock-need By the ever present beep beeps Crossbreed Polarities that would be neat Gosh jeez These personalities could pre-heat Ricotta cheese Oozing out the company's teat Drop to your knees Until the boss screams "skeet skeet" Or jot freely On this fermented tea leaf God speed Expressionism has no cheat sheet Eyeballs bleed When you play my clip on repeat Fall to your knees, fucker This is no politico shmoe stump But it is my proto-punk For fools who don't know stuff Throwing dinner parties in a SoHo dump You can't hear it unless you grow your nuts [Doseone] See what it is they ignant'de'librate, simp on indifferent Like it were Gibraltar the rock of all wisdom mock em, I pimp em It's all the sun lets me hit em with'll the uncivil the dumbed And everything this side a numb please step your deaf's back While I axe on all these cattle fed capsules half-happy for Babel I ain't no adder of 'posed ta and reins I got the powder of gun on run in my viense and all that's Under my name...