Bussin'

Ride my scooter and I crash into walls Shove a nerd into a locker and I'm tearing up the halls After gym class, holler at a bitch with a big ass Give me no sass if you're coming my way Better save that shit for another rainy day And my head hurts cause I got a mad headache So I take a Tylenol PM then I'm straight But if I take too much then my brain gets baked Oh shit, wash my mouth out with soap I don't really care and I don't want to cope I'm taggin' in and taggin' out with the tracklist I've been been down since the birth of the Whackness Rolling hard, rolling heavy with a Chevy And a sawed off shotty and a bloody machete Swing chop, chop, chop, swing chop Downtown with a backflip when you drop Nah, it ain't nuffin Tards in the clique, and Imma push your buttons Nah, it ain't nuffin Guns in the back, Dale bouta get bussin' Nah, it ain't nuffin Tards in the clique, and Imma push your buttons Nah, it ain't nuffin Guns in the back, Dale bouta get bussin' Yes, I'm bossing I'm turning and tossing Standing in the window talking to my grandpa in my fucking boxers I'm putting all my books in my locker Study Betty Crocker recipes, on their knees, play soccer bopper I'm rolling hard Step your bitch ass up to an older tard Dale's in the kitchen making muffins with a fold of cards Taking nothing from the bitches, Joey's colon holding fards Leave your cousin in the ditches, kitchen full of molded parts C&S we do business, the business is the best Slapping up a teacher for making me take a flipping test Dale has to nest, so I'm giving his ass some rest And feeling goated, I got several these bitches to show their chest Nowadays I'm thankful that I got a degree To plant my ivy seeds and grow some leaves of three for all my b's Tea and crumpets are for me, stay out of my pantry Brian needs money so the tards can go camping Nah, it ain't nuffin Tards in the clique, and Imma push your buttons Nah, it ain't nuffin Guns in the back, Dale bouta get bussin' Nah, it ain't nuffin Tards in the clique, and Imma push your buttons Nah, it ain't nuffin Guns in the back, Dale bouta get bussin' 2 turntables and a microphone But I sold them both so I could leave home But I still got nothing and nothing is free Except for the shit that's in my backseat That I stole last week from the dude that I punched in the cheek Knocked out every single one of his teeth It a shame that we still got beef So I fried that shit up with green tea I keep dead pets inside of a shoe box I lay 'em right next to my favorite tube socks I like 2Pac and I'm hard as a mother fucker One day I'll become just another trucker But for now I'm having all the fun And I'm playing baseball with your head and I hit a home run Can't speak cause I don't speak softly Back up off me, your shit get's costly Nah, it ain't nuffin Tards in the clique, and Imma push your buttons Nah, it ain't nuffin Guns in the back, Dale bouta get bussin' Nah, it ain't nuffin Tards in the clique, and Imma push your buttons Nah, it ain't nuffin Guns in the back, Dale bouta get bussin'