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