[Verse 1:Nacho Picasso]
Nickle 4-5, I squeze it till the pearl jam
Kick rocks bitch, quick to tell a girl scram
Mayor West, Seattle birth the first batman
Nacho Picasso, the tat in the hat man
Hi-ya, got that tatted on my backhand
The bad man said I rang from the badland
I'm cute, she gorgeous
Blood on the portraits
I'm rude plus morbid
She chose like I'm orbit
I came on her vortex
And threw her out the fortress
Get out my heart-shaped box
My heart stays locked
Your heart says stop
Every time you kiss your spouse, that tard tastes cock
Your posse on broadway, your hard bass rock
Another day, another VUCSA, hard case caught

[Hook: Jeremy Cross]
Where the dope boys go, when they die?
We don’t go to heaven, we live so fly
Some get low, but we get high
Sparking fireworks like the 4th of July
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[Verse 2:Nacho Picasso]
Nacho, hm
I hear them using Cobain in vain
You ain’t grew up in the rain
So you prolly ain’t the same
Wouldn’t have a thing in common
If you’d blew your brains
The way they steal from Jimi
Man these fools should be ashamed
Got me feeling like Joe
Cause I’m fin to shoot my dame
We the reason Bruce Lee learnt to kick it like Liu Kang
Cause he grew up in the valley
And the valley never changed
My palace is in flames and my Alice is in chains
My chain bar with diamonds, my fingers full of rings
My city’s full of lames, then it seems you never came
Steve Largent, work the hard, I beg your pardon
Just threw another corpse in my Soundgarden
And Sir iMix-A-Lot, makes it soft or harden
You can ask Quincy Jones, where the fuck he started

[Hook]
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