party pooper
Singer:busdriver
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
i'd rather you find your inner beauty than wiggle your booty
'cause 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 'cause 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
with an affectionate bust
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
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