Mr. Mistake (Bested By The Whisper Chasm) - Busdriver

Wielding racy aphorisms I Billy club your color line

Refusing to join forces with your indie-stud wunderkind

I rather embrace what your city slum undermines

And encourage the idiom bump-and-grind

Sickly glum of unbuttoned minds

I prime my condemned shell to excrete

A lithium honey wine for you frowning f#$%s

When trend arbitrators present my tortured lore adorned

Gags are soaked in chloroform

You get the same if you’re poor in form

With your flip full-tuck and triple-lutz into this icy brook

War is sworn on my forlorned psyche’s soot

I’ve got people to disappoint, I got mistakes to make

How can you believe that I’m not a waste of space

Oh I’m sorry to disappoint, I seldom save face

But how can I speak your language

When I don’t know my own

I’ve got people to disappoint, I got mistakes to make

Your eroded innards are my favorite place

Oh I’m sorry to disappoint, I seldom save face

How can I speak your language?

How can I speak your language?

Too self-assured to ever treat her well

(Kiss the off-colored tree frog)

We turn into black Kebler elves

Opposite elephants on sea-saws

Android man-boy befriends the chic, mod tinker bell

Then runs away from home until my knees throb

Sneakers smell

'Til my every tirade activates Jihad sleeper-cells

'Til flag wavers say, 'please God we need your help'

Still I’m precarious and flat-footed

Like you’re arrogant at a gun show

I holler at your Marilyn Monroe

With declarative mumbo-jumbo my narrative unfolds

To a housed narcissism

Parented by a bum hole

I cling to pointless ventures

And inveigh buoyant pest verve

I suck

I’ve got people to disappoint

I’ve got mistakes to make

How can you believe that I’m not a waste of space

I’m sorry to disappoint

I seldom save face

But how can I speak your language

When I don’t know my own

I got people to disappoint, I got mistakes to make

Your eroded innards are my favorite place

Oh I’m sorry to disappoint, I seldom save face

How can I speak your language?

How can I speak your language?

It’s unfitting but I stay all pensive and meek

In cities where girls dress Greek

And food’s too expensive to eat

And niggas gangbang on Sesame Street

I got too many requests to meet

I got people to disappoint, I got mistakes to make

How can you believe that I’m not a waste of space

Oh I’m sorry to disappoint, I seldom save face

But how can I speak your language

When I don’t know my own

I got people to disappoint, I got mistakes to make

Your eroded innards are my favorite place

Oh I’m sorry to disappoint, I seldom save face

How can I speak your language?

How can I speak your language?

How can I speak your language?

How can I speak your language?

How can I speak your language?

How can I speak your language?