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Nacho Picasso, Seattle’s own step child
With my ex popping ex watching X-files
She give me skully and her neck catch projectiles
DMT having sex with the reptiles
I need an heir no aborting my next child
Hurry up for dysfunctional erectile
Lucky Luciano probably get exiled
Acting wild, cracking smiles as the checks pile
I’m a problem child, no freckles
Full time Mr. Hyde, no Jekyll
She only got one shot, no Depo
Who gon steal on me, pff, no cleptos
My niggas stay hungry
Hungry, hungry hippos!
You carry zippos I only know sickos
Voice baritone
Yo is Sarah home?
Fuck folgers, wake up to the pheromones
Hella vulgar, an ogre, you there alone?
She got some sharp teeth, welcome to the terror dome
I’m a dirt bag, degenerate
Salute the general, Moor Gang confederate
Where the fighting for the chedder, bitch
Public enemy, subject predicate
I’m a dirt bag, degenerate
Salute the general, Moor Gang confederate
Rebel James Dean, fighting for the cheddar, bitch
Public enemy, subject predicate
Nacho Picasso, my dad’s a mad scientist you know where my alliance is
I lie on the defiant list
Fuck the Maybach, I belong on a pirate ship
Your girl watch the throne as she choke on a tyrant’s dick
I’m a loud mouth nigga with a silent chick
And she don’t do shit, but look fine and thick
She forget how to act, I’ll remind her quick
I’m a dark face gremlin, sign of Rick
They could hate on me, I just feed off it
Wish they’d get off my dick so I can beat off it
If you die without a car I’mma key your coffin
We’ll see what’s popping when I see you, I don’t sleep that often
This Seattle but it’s sounding like the street of Compton
You hear the sirens, the choppers, the streets are talking
And the police be acting like the baller blockin
Got a Glock, wears a badge then he probably rotten