Busdriver ft. Aesop Rock, Danny Brown - Ego Death Lyrics

Yeah, no, I understand what you're saying
But is it sexier than torture?
(shah, yeah, Los Angles)
(Under the cellulite laden thigh
Of the night, yeah, oh shoot
Lemme see if I can finish this)
(Okay, lets go, yeah)
(We can make this better)

Under the cellulite laden thigh of the night
I slip miniature mantras between
My cries and gripes
Jewel-flavored crystals in the red, blue
And white stripes
While crowds throw numbers at me
Like The Price is Right
And downtime is never met
With an overjoyed grin
Cause sleep and death have
Always been conjoined twins
You'd rather lick the red gills of pop art
Than your cement-filled pock marks
The withering tendrils from my wrought heart
Reach for a Benadryl like it was a lost ark
Cause my average day is for
The body of aegis
They're prompting these sieges
We cry to these seniors
Living inside of splotchy Adidas
Serving consecutive sentences
My corrective lenses is ruby quartz
Yet my vision ain't worth a
Jiggling of booty warts
Circumstances trap writers like Kathy Bates
Under a decolorized happy face
So my car ain't covered in candy paint
But still the nanny state can't
Fix the diaper rash
I'm pinging this on a cyber cast
Questioning news items playing pattycake
With Ira Glass
The fact that this pony show's racist
Stirs the colloquial cake mix
And charges the homeostasis
Of all the homies who await us
Like we some Smokin' Joe Fraziers
But my unchecked whining's like
Some ceremonial plate shift

We can make this better, but we're not
Yes we will we're just looking for something
Inside us to kill
We can make this better, but we're not
Yes we will we're just looking for something
Inside us to kill
We can make this better, but we're not
Yes we will we're just looking for something
Inside us to kill we can make this better

Before long, boil the bones
A little celery chop
A little pepper, a little milk of the poppy
Little posse in effect
Analog mono-poly Man'o'War
Walloping the auto-poly avatar
Mind on his Mallomars money on the iron lung
Clumsy with the can of worms
Usher you behind the sun
He shoots he whores
Truly stupid troubadours and elders
Stock the shelter with frijoles and
Blueberry New York Seltzers
Roll up in a pa-diddle like a doofus
Hit the corner like the devil is a cubist
I'm ruthless, the sigil is dog with a cone
Feeling foolish
Seven hells calling all foreseeable futures
Be it obtained culprit
Crippling migraine and strange stomach
Or a stray bullet through his gray mullet
I am ivy up the god damn lattice
March to the math rock
Raw, no cartoon mascot
The Mario pajama bottoms clumsily rappelling
Under a gibbous moon hunting for shitty food
Gunning, too tough, embedded in bad magic
Duckboy, shit is quacktastic

We can make this better, but we're not
Yes we will we're just looking for something
Inside us to kill
We can make this better, but we're not
Yes we will we're just looking for something
Inside us to kill

I'm not done yet i'm not done yet
I'm not done yet i'm not done yet

We can make this better, but we're not
Yes we will we're just looking for something
Inside us to kill

Rap Marilyn Manson, about as hot as a Vanson
With two hoodies on the beach
With two bitches crump dancin'
Rappers put your bets in, last man standin'
Bars hit so hard you ricochet off the planet
The motherfucking hybrid
Tell Miley Cyrus text me
When I holler to her private
I'm tryna get them privates
Parts, don't start, take heart like Kano
Remember when I told to you
Niggas drink all the Dran-o
Pop all the pills, take all the lines
Chop through a window with
Some sawblade blinds
Back on that shit, guess what this time?
Half a stick of dynamite where
The sun don't shine any nigga disrespecting
Chin check 'em 'til he's slinky-neck
Blowing dope
Eyes low and chinky like I'm Mannie Fresh
Countdown to extinction
No nigga not Megadeth so many dead rappers
Can't even take baby steps
Walking over carcasses of artists
In my garden
Been nice with this shit since Nas
Was writin' past the margin
Any nigga wanna start it
I fuckin' beg your pardon i'm with arson
I'm the firestarter Prodigy invent the art
Smack my bitch up in the mouth with my dick
And it's not domestic violence cause
She likes that shit
There's no sentence to describe it, homie
Except she sucked it like her
Fucking life depended on it

We can make this better, but we're not
Yes we will we're just looking for something
Inside us to kill
We can make this better, but we're not
Yes we will we're just looking for something
Inside us to kill
We can make this better, but we're not
Yes we will we're just looking for something
Inside us to kill we can make this better

Aes Rizzo ain't got that perfect hair
Danny Brown ain't got that perfect hair
Driver ain't got that perfect hair
Jeremiah Jae ain't got that perfect hair