Shit.
Top 10 right here, mothafucka
"I'm Da Bus Driva"
DJ Mingle featuring Sarcasmo
My flows are pyroclastic
I lay 'em like mastic
Got Janice on my lap
My life is fuckin' fantastic
It's plastic
No room for cash in the Acura
Floppy's stache in the rearview
This shit is craptacula
We rollin'
School zonin'
Twenty five mile an hour
Throwin' signs at the crossing guards
They know we hard when they see us glower
Glower?
Are you kidding?
A look of sullen dislike, nigga
You think you big time
But my diction is way bigga
BLADOW
Packin' word heat
Cap yo ass on the city street
Do yo mothafuckin' homework
And you might be as bad as me
But I doubt it
Give up, dawg
You can't scratch that itch
You ain't even heard of Catch 22
Or Lord of the Flies, bitch
Back at square one
You bang but you fuckin' dumb
I got mothafuckin' 5th graders
Smarter than you, um -
You finished.
Over.
Ain't no turnin' around.
You ain't fuckin' lost, b
You just refuse to be fuckin' found
So step off
And understand my intent
I'm da mothafuckin' Bus Driva
Gunshine State represent
[Sarcasmo]
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Word
Fuckin' word, homies
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He's the Bus Driva, bitches
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