Busdriver guested on upward of 20 singles, and by 2001 he could no longer be contained by guest spots, releasing his first full-length, Memoirs of the Elephant Man (1999). There were just as many detractors as supporters for his singular style, which was so densely packed it made his chosen name seem a reference for multiple-personality disorder, and the lo-fi production also left more listeners scratching heads than nodding them.
His next album, This Machine Kills Fashion Tips (2002), continued in a similar manner before being trumped by better production and more focused rhymes on Temporary Forever the same year. Joined by another West Coast avant-garde MC, Radioinactive, and the breezy, fractured pop of electronic producer Daedelus, Busdriver released yet another odd puzzle piece in 2003, The Weather. Fear of a Black Tangent followed on Mush in 2005. After moving to Anti-/Epitaph, the rapper issued RoadKillOvercoat, which featured production from Nobody and Boom Bip. His second Anti- release, Jhelli Beam, appeared in 2009. In 2010 he put out a full-length mixtape of unreleased gems and illegal remixes called Computer Cooties. It was released as a free album. 2010 saw Bus toiling over a new album that will shock fans and confuse the unconverted into unwilling servitude. It is called Beaus$Eros and was released on February 21, 2012 on Fake Four. Beaus$Eros forgoes the lightening-speed rhyming that defined his style in favor of a diverse, off-kilter brand of pop and post-hip-hop.
Fishy Face
Busdriver Lyrics
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But everybody knows that is just a boobish misprint
On the brochure; Oh sure, such a hubris is fit
To procure your pure, yeah, prudish princess.
Back when I put my reproductive glands in a plaster cast
Thinkin' that my Woody Woodpecker would always flabbergast
But my head trouser snake is more like a pamper asp
And I never had the candor to ask, "Am I really all that?" (Uh...)
Of the hottest chicks, comic strips were like ninja scrolls.
And my heart was an iridescent listless cove
Yeah, I'm echoing the rhetoric of pimpin' hoes
From the homies sipping on a Michelob
Yeah, fuck them niggas, they can all just lick my chode.
Because I speak in amorous whispers that wisp her lobe.
I said I speak in amorous whispers that wisp her lobe.
But in order for a lady to ever admit my bulge
I need an entrance fee or an encryption code.
Should I start cookin' crack on the kitchen stove?
Actin' like a superfly stupefied, wearing an Egyptian robe.
Or just join a swing band, get a wingman
Maybe I can pull girls with the old pick-and-roll.
I need a beauty queen from movie scenes to kiss this toad
Not my goofy schemes resulting in me getting a fist to the nose.
Hey, I make that fishy face, that kissy face
When I'm throwin' "what ifs" at your puffed lips.
Hey, I make that fishy face, that kissy face
When my sky's beneath your shoes.
Don't go, no, die slowly, cuz we don't get along no more.
And so I figured I could draft a piece of fiction
While you were waiting for food at the pizza kitchen.
Just romanticize the idea of being grief-stricken
Yeah, all grumpy and bummy and all fleabitten.
And now your sex drive is revved up within each piston
I found the perfect way for a nigga to meet chickens.
I'm now the persnickety palindrome piecer
Her fidgety xylophone seeker
Suffering in a used car, FUBAR, with my teeth missin'.
And now I bone a range of after-party harlots
Kickin' this old game like an Atari cartridge.
Just from freelancing with a socialist tribune, I get poon
And give dick to who wants the goo gob
And diss Lou Dobbs and Brit Hume like
Smooches, kisses, smooches, kisses,
Smooches, kisses, smooches, kisses
Smooches, kisses, smooches, kisses
Smooches, kisses, smooches, smooches
Hey, I make that fishy face, that kissy face
When I'm throwin' "what ifs" at your puffed lips.
Hey, hey, hey, I make that fishy face, that kissy face
When my sky's beneath your shoes.
Come on now, no one thinks that real niggas love rappin' nerdy
Or go to art exhibits and museums and view taxidermy.
So go date a slew of tax attorneys
Who have logistically mapped their thirties
But I put them fools on padded gurneys
I hit it when your ass was fat and perky.
But now you look like a Susan Sarandon doll
And I'm as volatile as a human cannon ball.
I still rap like it's commentary for a horse race
With the political impetus of John Kerry's court case
For a vote recount--I got O.G. clout.
I tell hoes, "Peace out" when they become bitter Strawberry Shortcakes
I move on, sleep on a futon arbitrarily in a storage space.
From now on I solemnly make a pledge
To move her in just cause she's great in bed
And grate hearts up on a serrated edge
And break a year lease
While screamin' in your ear piece.
Hey, I make that fishy face, that kissy face
When I'm throwin' "what ifs" at your puffed lips.
Hey, I make that fishy face, that kissy face
When my sky's beneath your shoes.
Don't go, no, die slowly, cuz we don't get along no more. (x6)
The song "Fishy Face" by Busdriver explores the themes of masculinity, sexuality, and relationships. The lyrics reflect on the insecurities and pressures that come with these topics.
The first verse examines the singer's feelings of inadequacy in his romantic pursuits. He expresses his disappointment with his own sexual abilities, comparing his "head trouser snake" to a "pamper asp" instead of the impressive Woody Woodpecker he had hoped for. The verse also touches on the singer's experiences with objectifying women, as he references "pinching the folds of the hottest chicks" and his own desire for a "beauty queen" to validate him.
The chorus, which repeats throughout the song, showcases the singer's attempts to charm and impress his love interest. He describes making the "fishy face" and "kissy face" in an effort to win her over. However, the chorus also hints at the tension and uncertainty in the relationship, with the line "Don't go, no, die slowly, cuz we don't get along no more" repeated at the end.
The second verse delves deeper into the singer's relationships with women. He acknowledges the manipulative tactics he has used to attract them, such as "persnickety palindrome piecing" and freelancing for a socialist tribune in order to gain sexual favors. He also makes derogatory references to "tax attorneys" and "Susan Sarandon dolls," suggesting a dismissive attitude towards women who don't fit his narrow standards of attractiveness.
Overall, the song Fishy Face explores complex themes of masculinity, sexuality, and relationships through Busdriver's characteristic combination of clever wordplay and introspective lyrics.
Line by Line Meaning
My love jet was supposed to be fuel efficient
I thought my ways of love were supposed to be efficient
But everybody knows that is just a boobish misprint
But that was just a silly mistake
On the brochure; Oh sure, such a hubris is fit
On the advertisement, such overconfidence was fitting
To procure your pure, yeah, prudish princess.
To attract your innocent and conservative partner
Back when I put my reproductive glands in a plaster cast
Back when I was younger and inexperienced in love
Thinkin' that my Woody Woodpecker would always flabbergast
Thinking that I would always impress with my abilities
But my head trouser snake is more like a pamper asp
But my sexual performance is more like a baby snake
And I never had the candor to ask, "Am I really all that?" (Uh...)
And I never had the courage to ask, "Am I really good in bed?"
Way before I ever got to pinch the folds
Before I ever got to have sexual experiences
Of the hottest chicks, comic strips were like ninja scrolls.
Comic strips were like a source of knowledge on women for me
And my heart was an iridescent listless cove
And my heart was a dull and unexciting place
Yeah, I'm echoing the rhetoric of pimpin' hoes
I'm repeating what others say about women and sex
From the homies sipping on a Michelob
From my friends who are casually drinking beer
Yeah, fuck them niggas, they can all just lick my chode.
I don't care about what they think, they can all just go away
Because I speak in amorous whispers that wisp her lobe.
Because I speak in soft and romantic whispers in her ear
I said I speak in amorous whispers that wisp her lobe.
I repeat, I speak in soft and romantic whispers in her ear
But in order for a lady to ever admit my bulge
But in order for a woman to be satisfied with me sexually
I need an entrance fee or an encryption code.
I need to pay or have something special to offer
Should I start cookin' crack on the kitchen stove?
Should I stoop so low as to start making drugs in my kitchen?
Actin' like a superfly stupefied, wearing an Egyptian robe.
Acting like a cool and confident person, wearing fancy clothes
Or just join a swing band, get a wingman
Or just join a music band and have a friend to pick up women with
Maybe I can pull girls with the old pick-and-roll.
Maybe I can successfully seduce women with old tricks
I need a beauty queen from movie scenes to kiss this toad
I need a gorgeous woman to love me despite my flaws
Not my goofy schemes resulting in me getting a fist to the nose.
Not my silly plans resulting in me getting punched in the face
Hey, I make that fishy face, that kissy face
Hey, I make that silly face when I flirt
When I'm throwin' "what ifs" at your puffed lips.
When I'm suggesting wild and romantic ideas to you
When my sky's beneath your shoes.
When I'm beneath you and you're in control
Don't go, no, die slowly, cuz we don't get along no more.
Don't leave, please suffer with me because we don't have a good relationship anymore
And so I figured I could draft a piece of fiction
So I thought I could write a made-up story
While you were waiting for food at the pizza kitchen.
While you were waiting for food at the restaurant
Just romanticize the idea of being grief-stricken
Just make a sad story seem romantic
Yeah, all grumpy and bummy and all fleabitten.
Yeah, sad and poor and unclean
And now your sex drive is revved up within each piston
And now you're more excited for sex than ever before
I found the perfect way for a nigga to meet chickens.
I found the perfect way to seduce women
I'm now the persnickety palindrome piecer
I'm now the person who can put words and ideas together cleverly
Her fidgety xylophone seeker
I'm looking for a woman who's nervous and quirky
Suffering in a used car, FUBAR, with my teeth missin'.
Struggling in a bad situation with missing teeth
And now I bone a range of after-party harlots
And now I have sex with many women after parties
Kickin' this old game like an Atari cartridge.
Playing this old game of seduction like an old video game
Just from freelancing with a socialist tribune, I get poon
Just from working for a newspaper, I get sex
And give dick to who wants the goo gob
And give pleasure to whoever wants it
And diss Lou Dobbs and Brit Hume like
And make fun of conservative political commentators Lou Dobbs and Brit Hume
Smooches, kisses, smooches, kisses,
Kissing and being romantic
Smooches, kisses, smooches, kisses
Kissing and being romantic
Smooches, kisses, smooches, kisses
Kissing and being romantic
Smooches, kisses, smooches, smooches
Kissing and being romantic
Come on now, no one thinks that real niggas love rappin' nerdy
Nobody thinks that cool people like to rap about nerdy things
Or go to art exhibits and museums and view taxidermy.
Or go to art galleries and museums to see stuffed animals
So go date a slew of tax attorneys
So go date a bunch of boring and conservative people
Who have logistically mapped their thirties
Who have carefully planned their lives
But I put them fools on padded gurneys
But I don't care about them or their plans
I hit it when your ass was fat and perky.
I had sex with you when you had a good body
But now you look like a Susan Sarandon doll
But now you look old and unattractive
And I'm as volatile as a human cannon ball.
And I'm unpredictable and uncontrollable
I still rap like it's commentary for a horse race
I still rap with a sense of urgency and excitement
With the political impetus of John Kerry's court case
With the political drive of John Kerry's legal battle
For a vote recount--I got O.G. clout.
For a vote recount - I have the influence and power of an original gangster
I tell hoes, "Peace out" when they become bitter Strawberry Shortcakes
I tell women to leave when they become annoying
I move on, sleep on a futon arbitrarily in a storage space.
I move on with my life and sleep on a cheap couch in a storage unit
From now on I solemnly make a pledge
I promise from now on
To move her in just cause she's great in bed
To move a woman in with me just because we have great sex
And grate hearts up on a serrated edge
And break people's hearts with no remorse
And break a year lease
And leave a rental agreement before it's up
While screamin' in your ear piece.
While being loud and obnoxious
Contributed by Jackson G. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
GRD
on Jazz Fingers
What's the sample sax he uses on Jazz Fingers? Can't find it anywhere!