[Hook: Nacho Picasso]

Kickin' out windows
High on cocaine

[Verse 1: Nacho Picasso]
Orange Porsche, I peel out like a kumquat
Sirens and gunshots
High-fives and nut shots
Bed knobs and broom sticks
High tops from sweat shops
Loitering in front of stores like the Redbox
Yellow-ass hating n***a, like Red Fox
The ghost-whisperer don't even talk to dead cops
The Big Boss Man threw me in a headlock
While Sgt. Slaughter went and hit me with the leg-drop
I'm Ted DiBiase fresh, while the Feds watch
As I grab on my crotch and the fans mosh
Living free, not a care in the world
Russian Roulette, I went bare in your girl
You could call me Leatherface, I'm wearing your girl
Out, All they found was her hair and a pearl
Wow
You need to get your evidence up
While these youngsters kill each other for 11s and such
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[Verse 2: Nacho Picasso]
I wrote a letter, it went, "Dear Mr. Officer
Get up off my dick, because it's not a throat lozenge."
I just met the girl, but I act like the boss of her
Pussy so big, if you blink, you'll get lost her
Translation, I'm thinking bout tossing her
Hun's a nun, but I'm thinking about crossing her
I got a shaved head, call me Andre Agassi
Like Jermaine Jackson's son, Nacho's your majesty
I cause carnage, Eddie Brock, Cletus Kasady
Guns and roses, these n***as ain't Slash as me
The audacity to even try to rap to me
She thinking limo, but she looking like a cab to me
I'm hungry like the wolf, you looking like a slab of meat
Pause, paw prints on a pack of sweets
We don't act discreet, full moon to packs and heat
Dollars making sense, Susan B. Anthony

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