Lyrics
Every time you hear me the mood gets eerie
Niggas don’t come near me, I get weary
Fists of fury, squeeze the fifth til I’m teary
Drink a fifth til I’m cheery, Christine couldn’t steer me No, I done made my own lane
Everybody’s got baggage, I made my own claim
A master like Shredder, give me brain like crane
Go down dirty shame, bald head like a Wayans
I did it for the fame, I’m to blame for the rain in my city
Bang, bang, bang, in my city and they bang all the kitties
She told me make it rain so I came on her titties
I just laughed, walked away counting twenties and fifties
Bumping like hippies, hungry like Missy
I got a couple white friends, hit bones and played Frisbee
Don’t, sniff coke and drink whiskey
Ray-Ban's risky, and coke white Griffeys
I’m to blame for the rain in my city
I’m to blame for the rain in my city
Bang, bang, bang
I’m to blame for the rain in my city
I’m to blame, I’m to blame for the rain in my city
Bang, bang, bang, in my city
I’m to blame for the rain in my city
I’m to blame for the rain in my city
Bang, bang, bang
I’m to blame for the rain in my city
Bang, bang, bang, in my city
Bang, bang, bang, in my city
And they bang all the kitties
(Back on my dark shit, like mixed girl’s armpits
Br’er Rabbit’s tar pit, electric guitar riffs
Swisher black lick spliffs, burnt black tar whiffs
Burnt black crosses, hurt black conscious
Cursed black artists, thirst and starve us
'Til we burst black-hearted and we act retarded
And the bombs bombarded, 'til the rich restart it Cause they disregarded that that history’s our shit)
She a garbage pale kid like Valerie Vomit
She just organized all my comics by all my chronic
Buy me rings like Sonic, I get high and pawn it
I’m an outlaw, the tat on my neck should be wanted
Big flake, be late for all my appointments
I see dead people, Nacho P: clairvoyant
Took the king out, Nacho P: heir appointed
Creeped up in my kingdom, ParaNorman paranoid
Pair of stripper twins: Tasha, Sarah Toia
That’s not all you got in common, guess what nose you blow up King Cobra, Anaconda, 'strictor Boa
Nature boy, I don’t need to wear a feather boa
I buy two pairs of kicks, flood the stores like Noah
What I owe ya, nothing for ya, matter fact who knows ya Gotta get ya real fast, not a sit tight lawyer
I get lit then spit