Post Apocalyptic Rap Blues lyrics

[Intro]
I'm depressed, yeah

[Sample]
I know you got 'em, I got 'em too
I got 'em through the night

[Verse 1]
Well [?] comes a Blowed fan club
Asking me all kinds of outlandish questions
Like if I heard that tape of theirs
To be quite honest, I haven't, so I just give 'em blank stares
But one said, "You know, Busdriver, I think you're an as*h*le
And your sh*t's so weak that it makes my tummy hurt
And when I heard the sound, I didn't feel like I got my money's worth
I think I can serve you right where you stand, you're dead"
Young man, you didn't harm a hair strand on my head

[Hook]
Cos I got them wack rapper blues!
I got them wack rapper blues!
And I don't know where they came from
I don't know you, you don't know me
Doing that punk thing by CD
Via the stream [?]
Sold out from the Project Blowed
[?] cool with Southern Cal
So buy my shirt, don't be stubborn, pal
[Bridge]
Get on my sh*t, all of it
Surprise yourself
Yeah
I've got them underground hip-hop blues, Yeah
Something like that

[Verse 2]
All my money in the world are some pennies in a dresser drawer
So I made my way to the indie megastore
And I ain't taking no excuses a CD buyer has to offer
Cos I'd have made my payments on my TV, dryer, and washer
He looked me dead in the eye and said, "I can't buy this week!"
I said, "What the f*ck!" in a high-pitched shriek!
I said, "Are you friends with or do you know 'Driver?"
He said, " I don't care he can hang himself from a blow dryer," I got those

[Hook]
I got those CD on consignment blues (Yeah!)
And they're charging me every dirty thing that I believe
And they haven't paid me, it's certainly my big pet peeve (Yeah!)
Check it out

[Verse 3]
Now they call me "Driver!"
But promoters call me pond sc*m!
They say "You know, you're pretty dope, man
But you ain't going nowhere in the long run"
Project Blowed was vocoded on the back of a cardboard boxcar menu
No, my car door's not locked
I invite you inside of my microcosmic bubble
I've taken the advice of the Project Blowed
Into the living legends but I'm still here
With those (Yeah!)
Janky-ass promoters blues (Janky-ass promoters)
And when I perform, I stage my death
To collect my money, so that I can pay my rent
[Hook]
I got some early hip-hop blues
I'm performing in the L ring
I'm performing in your girl's house
I'll be performing in your town soon


[Outro: Busdriver, Drive-Thru Girl, and Car Passenger]
What was that?
Hi, may I take your order?
Yes, um, well actually
I would like a rubber shoe, branded with a number 2
You want number 2?
Actually, give me number 25
Excuse me?
You know what, it was a beautiful day
[laughing]
You know, I can't do it right