The song lyrics were written by the band Van Halen, as they were asked to write a song for the 1979 movie "Over the Edge" starring Matt Dillon. The movie (and the lyrics, although more obliquely) are about bored, rebellious youth with nothing better to do than get into trouble. If you see the movie, these lyrics will make more sense. It's a great movie if you grew up in the 70s/80s you'll definitely remember some of these characters from your own life. Fun fact, after writing the song, Van Halen decided not to let the movie use it.
Busdriver: Uh-oh.
Nocando: Hey. I'll need a popper stopper. Cuz the money in the pot. Nocando. Busdriver.
Busdriver: W-w-w-w-wait, hold on, don't say-
Nocando: Project Blowed.
Busdriver: Don't say my name, though.
Nocando: Popping P's profusely.
Busdriver: I don't want people to know I'm on this song.
N: These sneaker geek emcees to me is Broke Back
So fuck sexy
In '09 I'm bringing broke back
B: Your favorite rapper's brawny
Wearing a French braided hair shirt
My bank account be scrawny
Since I was a 10th grader square twerp
N: Your favorite rapper is extravagant
Aside from his pompous name
He's like a nursery
With more cribs than John McCain
B: Your favorite dude champions every Chicago city slum
From his condominium
While brandishing his implausible mini-gun
N: He sells more drugs than the FDA
He's ready for war like FDR
I believe in him whole-heartedly
Cuz he keeps saying it in every bar
B: Your favorite guy said he shot niggas
On the grass lawn in his rap song
But he's sweeter than baked goods
When he claims his hood as Capcom
N: Your favorite rapper's got Alzheimer's
Repeats himself like an old-timer
Works harder than a coal miner
When it comes to picking ghostwriters
B: And me, I'm your least favorite
With a haircut like a pineapple
Wearing khakis singing hi-soprano
Loading candy corns like they're live ammo
N: What's wrong with you?
B: Oh oh
I'm your least favorite rapper
My records only get released in Anchorage, Alaska
N: What's wrong with you?
B: Oh oh
I'm your least favorite rapper
Rummaging through debris of screenplays and actors
N: What the fuck is wrong with you?
B: Oh oh
I can't lease spaceships from NASA
Because I'm the least favorite rapper
I am your least favorite
N: I'm your least favorite rapper
My release date is after
The D-Day disaster
I need to get cheesecake for master
B: I am your least favorite Flavor Flav impersonator
Pissing on the circuit breaker
N: While the strippers to the percolator
B: I will be spellchecking some blurb in a paper
N: Read by the type of hipster
That don't like me yelling all kinds of niggas
While I'm vibing with you like Michael Richards
Nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga
B: Still unliked because my leading single's about
Laser beams and force fields
And my hoopie's not full of groupies
Just Mavaline and orange peals
But I'll serve niggas at the Pizza Hut
N: In a suburban kids say I'm not street enough
But compared to them I'm street as fuck
B: I will put USB in's in their tween cunts
N: When it comes to this nerd rap
It seems like the black thing's a problem
You know what I Idi A-mean
I feel like the Last King of Scotland
B: So my job has me cultivating all the white guilt
Dipping polaroids in rice milk
Smacking Soulja Boy wearing corduroys
And an iced grill
N: The new rap fans listen to 'Ye
Start sniffing the yay, pretending they're gay
Put a switch in their hips with a feminine sway
Just to convince the women to stay
B: Sell out like it was Christmas day
And give everyone an admission to pay
For a tit in the face
N: I was beginning to say
What came first the chicken or egg
The twist in the fray
Dissident fan that listens today
Dissipates visits and strays
What the fuck?
Did our whole sense of business decay?
B: We underused all the parlor tricks
Instead of talking about art and shit
I should have put my hardened dick
On the hind quarters of Time Warner
"It's over! That fool just served Time Warner?
Fools are sniffing yay
That fool had tits at your Christmas party?
Shout out to Forest Whitaker
Idi Amin! Yeah"
N: What's wrong with you?
B: Oh oh
I'm your least favorite rapper
My records only get released in Anchorage, Alaska
N: What's wrong with you?
B: Oh oh
I'm your least favorite rapper
Rummaging through debris of screenplays and actors
N: What the fuck is wrong with you?
B: Oh oh
I can't lease spaceships from NASA
Because I'm the least favorite rapper
I am your least favorite
Nocando: Hey. I'll need a popper stopper. Cuz the money in the pot. Nocando. Busdriver.
Busdriver: W-w-w-w-wait, hold on, don't say-
Nocando: Project Blowed.
Busdriver: Don't say my name, though.
Nocando: Popping P's profusely.
Busdriver: I don't want people to know I'm on this song.
N: These sneaker geek emcees to me is Broke Back
So fuck sexy
In '09 I'm bringing broke back
B: Your favorite rapper's brawny
Wearing a French braided hair shirt
My bank account be scrawny
Since I was a 10th grader square twerp
N: Your favorite rapper is extravagant
Aside from his pompous name
He's like a nursery
With more cribs than John McCain
B: Your favorite dude champions every Chicago city slum
From his condominium
While brandishing his implausible mini-gun
N: He sells more drugs than the FDA
He's ready for war like FDR
I believe in him whole-heartedly
Cuz he keeps saying it in every bar
B: Your favorite guy said he shot niggas
On the grass lawn in his rap song
But he's sweeter than baked goods
When he claims his hood as Capcom
N: Your favorite rapper's got Alzheimer's
Repeats himself like an old-timer
Works harder than a coal miner
When it comes to picking ghostwriters
B: And me, I'm your least favorite
With a haircut like a pineapple
Wearing khakis singing hi-soprano
Loading candy corns like they're live ammo
N: What's wrong with you?
B: Oh oh
I'm your least favorite rapper
My records only get released in Anchorage, Alaska
N: What's wrong with you?
B: Oh oh
I'm your least favorite rapper
Rummaging through debris of screenplays and actors
N: What the fuck is wrong with you?
B: Oh oh
I can't lease spaceships from NASA
Because I'm the least favorite rapper
I am your least favorite
N: I'm your least favorite rapper
My release date is after
The D-Day disaster
I need to get cheesecake for master
B: I am your least favorite Flavor Flav impersonator
Pissing on the circuit breaker
N: While the strippers to the percolator
B: I will be spellchecking some blurb in a paper
N: Read by the type of hipster
That don't like me yelling all kinds of niggas
While I'm vibing with you like Michael Richards
Nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga
B: Still unliked because my leading single's about
Laser beams and force fields
And my hoopie's not full of groupies
Just Mavaline and orange peals
But I'll serve niggas at the Pizza Hut
N: In a suburban kids say I'm not street enough
But compared to them I'm street as fuck
B: I will put USB in's in their tween cunts
N: When it comes to this nerd rap
It seems like the black thing's a problem
You know what I Idi A-mean
I feel like the Last King of Scotland
B: So my job has me cultivating all the white guilt
Dipping polaroids in rice milk
Smacking Soulja Boy wearing corduroys
And an iced grill
N: The new rap fans listen to 'Ye
Start sniffing the yay, pretending they're gay
Put a switch in their hips with a feminine sway
Just to convince the women to stay
B: Sell out like it was Christmas day
And give everyone an admission to pay
For a tit in the face
N: I was beginning to say
What came first the chicken or egg
The twist in the fray
Dissident fan that listens today
Dissipates visits and strays
What the fuck?
Did our whole sense of business decay?
B: We underused all the parlor tricks
Instead of talking about art and shit
I should have put my hardened dick
On the hind quarters of Time Warner
"It's over! That fool just served Time Warner?
Fools are sniffing yay
That fool had tits at your Christmas party?
Shout out to Forest Whitaker
Idi Amin! Yeah"
N: What's wrong with you?
B: Oh oh
I'm your least favorite rapper
My records only get released in Anchorage, Alaska
N: What's wrong with you?
B: Oh oh
I'm your least favorite rapper
Rummaging through debris of screenplays and actors
N: What the fuck is wrong with you?
B: Oh oh
I can't lease spaceships from NASA
Because I'm the least favorite rapper
I am your least favorite
Lyrics submitted by Illogical_Toaster
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