[Verse 1: Busdriver]

I’m at the currency exchange with an armored guard wearing a (OH!)

Motherfucking penguin suit (OH!)

You know I can’t keep the bank in the loop (OH!)

They underestimate the value of my language soup

What I’m exactly paid so I tax evade (OH!)

I’ve manufactured every single black cliché but I’ve got a problem

I don’t know how to raise children

I just know how to raise money

Without a percentage being withheld

Without giving any to strippers who sniff rails

I can sell anything, split a cell

Give gigabytes of military intel

To any government that doesn’t kiss and tell

Then write a musical starring Kim Cattrall

In general my money’s long, long gone

That’s why I’m selling DVD’s in Hong Kong

With a sad face oblong, I’m selling Pennywise shirts at the Warped tour

Until I’m a Saudi Arabian warlord

I mean… I’ll kill puppies and deforest

To get a plate of food from that smorgasbord

‘Cuz right now motherfuckers eat bleached orchids

I think I need some reinforcements

Somebody other than Dr. Spock cuz I’m raising an awkward tot

Who doesn’t understand that her father’s not

Able to pay that steep mortgage

In a rat race I couldn’t beat a tortoise

And I can’t afford to pay my keyboardist due to extreme poorness

Can somebody out there tell me what a motherfucking D chord is

Now I just spit hot game ‘til my teeth taste like shell casings

My hustle approach is hell raising

I’m selling local businesses Yelp ratings

Siphoning the run-off from the sewage treatment plant in Tijuana

And I’m selling it to women in Beverly Hills as drinking water

Now I’m so rich nigga I could eat an Iguana

[Hook: Busdriver] (x7)

I may not know anything

But I know everything

[Verse 2: Busdriver]

Man I don’t know shit

I’m your dip shit, I’m your lazy bum

But your job is easy

I could get rich on the training run

I don’t know a thing about this enriched uranium

But I’m volatile

I’ll blow a hole in this voting pole so smoke a pole

And bread me out like I was an Arod or BasedGod

And I’ll play god

Have execs jumping up like tased frogs

Or I’m in the hospital breaking into several file cabinets

Taking the identity of dead patients then filing for medical malpractice

Y’all show a bias towards the manufacturers of cyborgs

Not grandmothers on ironing boards or past leaders of Vice lords

I’m outlining my meal plan

By showing how my flow’s so silly

Because what you offer is real bland

And tastes just like hobo chilli (oh no, really)

[Hook: Busdriver] (x7)

I may not know anything

But I know everything

[Nocando]

I know anything

I know everything

I know everybody

I've been everywhere

I do all the things all the time

I know anything

[Verse 3: Busdriver]

And I thought that my daughter could do anything

There’s an airforce on her tongue

And there’s an overdue bill on my mind

And there’s a million dollars in a song of mine

And there’s a lack of love in being on the grind

A slice of sun

I give it to you on your darkest days

To fill that gapping hole that came with that garnished wage

You ask me when does the pain stop

I don’t know man my home address is stageplot