Ass to Mouth - Busdriver

Made a big splash on the gossip column

When I hit the rock bottom

In the street, spending electric bills

I’m dumb enough to try to reinvent the wheel

And it’s volunteered

Just for the names on the blogosphere (?)

I’m finna give what you want to hear

Ohhhh, YEAH

My outbursts set the bar high

Wildfires set with our supplies

Rotisserie’d and MRI’d

They keep taking shots like bar flies

And I return fire!

I return fire

I return fire

Aroused in the midst of a church choir

All the freaks in the seats need to get engaged (?)

So the intelligentsia acts barely drinking age

It sound like

[Ass to mouth, ass to mouth (x3)

When I drop shit I’m all that you ask about] x2

If you think I’ve eaten my fill, well you’ve heard wrong

My stomach’s only filled with birdsong

My body’s waste is like precious metal

So I walk around thinking I’m extra special

But i’m the Antichrist!

I’m the Antichrist

I’m the Antichrist

So what I say, it can’t be blessed

They eat shit sandwiches at the discotheque

And they talk about me to keep their whistles wet