BUSDRIVER - Ego Death (feat. Aesop Rock & Danny Brown)
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
We can make this better (yeah, oh shoot, let's go)
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