Party Pooper chords and lyrics - BUSDRIVER

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[Verse 1]
[Cm]
You see, I'm a party pooper

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I'm [Cm]a party pooper

[Verse 3]
[Cm]Yes sir, Project Blowed
What are you?
Huh, I'll have blood oozing
out the doll in paint
Leave the lub fuming and you'll
file a complaint
When the next? of human style
is a faint weapon
For me to hinder the growth
Is my civil duty
I'd rather you find your inner beauty
than wiggle your booty
'Cuz there's mercenaries in all
the blind spots
That could get my person
buried in a pine box
Is it because my first person carries
on all the time slots
Or 'cuz I won't treat a Virgin
Mary like livestock?
I want a B- girl who praises Islam
or Rastafari
Doesn't hang
out with misogynist bar flies
Not an androgynous tomboy,
or a lecturous lush
With an affectionate bust,
who has a fetish to fuck,
She'll give you genital warts
full of infected pus
What'd you expect from Bus?
Of course I'm a party pooper
Your girl brings me Kama Sutra while
I'm squeezing barley from her juicer

[Verse 4]
(Chorus) I'm a party pooper, but you just want
[Cm]
to squeeze on barbies' hooters
And try to please the Manarky's ruler
But the way I serve these
emcees is harly a rumor

[Verse 5]
You see, [Cm]I'm a party pooper
Come on, I'm a party pooper

[Verse 6]
"Yeah man, we gotta get in this club tonight, [Cm]get my
drank on,
Fuck wit dem hoes, be on some hot shit"

[Verse 7]
Now [Cm]what is hot shit?
A warm stool from the? horn of a mule
Or a globe that conforms to the rules?
So I take these fools to reform
school
Or go ahead and buy a new pair of pants,
we'll do the square dance
You folks aren't given a fair chance to give
the underground a glare or glance
But I'm certain that a rare chance
will earn us shares and grants
Like I'm certain that you're handicapped
and can't hacky sack
Like I'm certain that your crappy raps
won't get no handclaps
I'm sure!
Like a breakout of anthrax
Make you take out your tampax, stand
back!
That's the way that the biters go
The more decimals on the check,
the more special effects
But it's an inevitable letdown
Leave styles to make you feel like a vegetable
from the neck down
These drum kicks,
sound like several tech rounds being fired
Shooting in the canopy to stop
the hootenanny
"Okay people, exit the club,
there's nothing to see here"

[Verse 8]
See, [Cm]they bite chunks of info when cypher
punks go home driving drunk
For god's sake, snap out of it!
You dumb yuppies, Humpty
Dumpties and young guppies
Your pop song's a satire of itself
Your war machine backfires
and melts
He thought I was just a hired

[Verse 9]
help but
[Cm](Chorus)
I said Project Blowed
We are party poopers
I say Afterlife
We are party poopers
Yeah, Busdriver
You know he's a party pooper
I said Jizm
You know he's a party pooper
I said Of Mexican Descent
They're party poopers
I said Hip Hop Klan
Party poopers
I said Chillin Villain Empire
Party poopers
I said Cypher 7
Party poopers
I said Onomotopoeia
Party poopers
Everybody in the Blowed
Party poopers
Everybody outside
Party poopers
All of the security
They party poopers
Everybody that you know
Party poopers
Yeah, your uncle and your aunt
Party poopers
All these whack emcees
They should be party poopers
Wouldn't it be better if

[Outro 1]
we were all party poopers?
[Cm]