Del's Couch - Busdriver, Del The Funky Homosapien

Fuck yo' couch, nigga

Fuck yo' house (Fuck yo' house)

Fuck yo' house, fuck yo' house, fuck yo' couch, nigga

(Gibberish)

Fuck yo' couch

Ay, I don’t give a fuck

Motherfuckers need to either give it up or give it up

Rivets spit out my neck when I whirl by

World’s eye view, peekaboo, get stir-fried

Dirt dive, first survive get a box of churches

Foxes flirtin' but not convertin'

Any latter-day simps, average day shit

Toilet got a new seat, images be too deep

New speak, pantomime and glue leak

From your arteries, hardenin' with ease

Pardon me?

Nah, pardon you

Who are you fools?

I’m Sir Diesel, I’m the genuine article

Don Juan, time to throw you under the bus

Cause you dumb as a dunce funkin' with us

Sir Diesel, player of the year

Raiders of the lost ark shavin' off your ear

Tasin' whoever brazen enough to tippy-toe in my territory

(Why, huh? Why?)

Because it gets results

(Oh, yeah)

Gatekeeper, ain’t a late sleeper

Make deeper psychological connections than these fake people

Ridin' away, providin' the flav

Keep hidin' your face cause your mind ain’t in the right place

I might say, so I will now

Show you real-style punchlines not allowed

Only wit, phonies submit

Tap out, sleeper hold, time to take a nap now

Feast your eyes on Diesel, beast mode

Complete control of the microphone

More powerful than characters from Asgard

Get baked and charred, perpetratin' a fraud

Too large, arguing that’s your car they gotta snatch

Even and odd, it don’t match

Peas in a pod?

Never that

More like tarantulas and arachnophobia, rap symposium

F-U, funk university unmercifully work the beat

Make lesser verses you speak worship me

Sir Dies, you fittin' to see in a minute, G