{Intro, Busdriver}

Oh, shoot, it's Busdriver and Das Racist

Shoot, it's the 'driver and Das Racist (x2)

{Hook, Busdriver}

I’m the big dog, you the firehydrant

I’m the big dog, you the firehydrant

I’m the big dog, you the firehydrant

[I keep a lot of iron in my diet…](pending)

[Verse 1: Kool A.D.]

Yeah, critics suduck didick

Li'l midgets, look at my middle digit

Y'all act like Chronicles of Riddick

Pop you in the eye, I don't even need spinach

Shit is the thickest, nothin' really to get mad at, forget it

[?]

Don't sweat it, chickenheads print it

I know everything they fin'na say before they said it

Mr. Smartypants, Franz Fer-die-nand

Li'l Gudda, this little dance is ours, man

Wrong man, right man, white man, black man

Stack man, running man, running man

Running on the track, man

Just tryna eat like Pac-Man

Put me in the movie or act like Hugh Jackman

Gonna make a funny like my name was Jack Black, man

But I'm really gunning for ya money like the tax man

Throw your Tascams in the trash cans

You said before you didn't hear so it's new to you

The rest is only sorta hot, like 4 o'clock

I'm on the two, or even three

Using you...to me it's sorta ???? but don't need to be (Okay)

Now, um, what kinda question will you ask me? Be like Eminem and have back acne, rockin' black khakis and a hat to the back rappin' all the words to the track packin' a MAC in the back of the Ac' actually

(Uhh!) and it's like me!

[[Hook]]

[Verse 2: Busdriver]

I call my drum machine sugar tits

It dips subwoofers quick in hooker spit

Fools refer to rap like it can be succinctly summed

With their tubes tide they choose sides

And then the feces’s flung

Thanks to it, man I’m a stinking bum

Drinking white coffee who biopsied

The bleeding gums of my teething young

Shout out to my girl

With my pinky and thumb I make her pee-pee cum

Shameful pillow talk makes her dildo squawk

So I chill in my Long Johns cozy, eating Wontons slowly

My haircut straight Jon Bon Jovi

As a kid I kissed posters

Now indie kids get big boners when I kick the misnomers

Being the only black guy in the room’s a given

Discussing it ad nauseum makes my body numb with rheumatism

Y’all be on rap, man I’m beyond rap

I just yawn at rap so turtle wax my ball sack

Hematoma at Tony Roma’s for us OG Yodas

For chilling on cozy sofas drinking soapy boba

Man I can make Parker Posey’s ovum ingest Macaulay Culkin

Then turn Sarkosy Vulcan

Because I’m that ill, man I kill to breathe

I’m so ill that I’m more than often ill-received

But we cannot put cancer-ridden titties in a Wonderbra

Nor put spinners on a hover car, 'cause...

[[Hook]]

[Verse 3: Heems]

Yo brown skin dreadlocks ??? (Aight)