Pet Alligators

[Hook: Busdriver & Nocando]
Oh!
Now we've faced ten thousand haters
Mad, 'cause I got these pet Alligators
(What else?) Exotic birds, (What else?) big cats
(What else?) A lot of words, (a lot of words) sick raps (sick raps)
Pet, pet, pet alligators
Pet, pet, pet alligators
Pet, pet, pet alligators
Pet, pet, pet alligators

[Verse 1: Nocando]
My spirit animal's a rich nigga
Your spirit animal's a bitch nigga
I got voodoo in my veins, mane
But don't call me no witch nigga
Don't call me no warlock
That's 'Pac, he got it rolled up with your magazine from
1993, with the UPC code torn off
I go Werner Herzog
The drunk girls take their shirts off
Whenever I take my shirt off
So now I won't take my shirt off
I've got more hoes than a firetruck
My flow's so cold man I'm fired up
Hellfyre'd up, Richard Pryor'd up
They'll be singing that shit like you choir'd up

[Verse 2: Busdriver]
Yeah, I'm in the market for a giraffe leash
Who the fuck would need a giraffe leash
But rich people who smoke hash, sheesh
And treat reality like pastiche
When aromatherapy that smells just like gas leaks
So my eye-teeth are all amber tipped
Cause the rap shtick as a slasher flick
Above the run of a clep speech
Buster nigga's all hug
As if he's a philosophical cornerstone
They kiss butt cheeks so they could be the first
To pluck the meat off your sorted bones
Nigga, I'm trying to carve Flash Bang
Up on Mount Rushmore
Gamma ray flush core
Up yours, we just scored

[Hook: Busdriver & Nocando]
Oh!
Now we've faced ten thousand haters
Mad, 'cause I got these pet Alligators
(What else?) Exotic birds, (What else?) big cats
(What else?) A lot of words, (a lot of words) sick raps (sick raps)
Pet, pet, pet alligators
Pet, pet, pet alligators
Pet, pet, pet alligators
Pet, pet, pet alligators

[Verse 3: Nocando]
Yo, life is splendid
I'm smoking flight with this flight attendant
I befriended, she fine as hell, and I'm sure my wife's offended
Jet-lagged and a bit lethargic
Everything was disregarded
I been working hard man, way harder than Mr. Markets
Hitting targets, dodging traps, grinding, hustling, wheeling, dealing
Doing me, and all of that shit they tell you to say in rapper school
Graduated valedictorian, class clown, extra credit, act a fool
Brownie points after school (YA!)

[Verse 4: Busdriver]
No, I wouldn't wanna be in your shoes
Because look at them, they're all open-toed
And you talk like your balls are frozen cold
And you listen to Paul Oakenfold
But, holding in all of the copious laughter
Well, they should give us all Golden Globes
But sorry, nobody can hold in the LOLs
When your life work starts with an opening loll
Lo and behold, a casual listener
Would gather that you and yours are smoking poles
I didn't mean that to sound derogatory
Let me throw some bones, put your bros before hoes
Sit in briefs and old pantsuits
When at least my gold dance shoes
But the sequence ? can do
When it's me and Nocando, like

[Hook: Busdriver & Nocando]
Oh!
Now we've faced ten thousand haters
Mad, 'cause I got these pet Alligators
(What else?) Exotic birds, (What else?) big cats
(What else?) A lot of words, (a lot of words) sick raps (sick raps)
Pet, pet, pet alligators
Pet, pet, pet alligators
Pet, pet, pet alligators
Pet, pet, pet alligators

[Bridge]
Now we got
Ten thousand haters
Ten thousand haters
Ten thousand haters
Man we got
Ten thousand haters
Ten thousand haters
Ten thousand haters
We only had ten haters, but now we got ten thousand haters

[Outro: Busdriver]
Yeah, I'm in the market for a giraffe leash
Who the fuck got a giraffe leash?
But rich people who smoke hash, sheesh
And treat reality like pastiche
Ten Thousand!