Kickin’ Out Windows

[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 nigga, 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

[Hook]

[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 niggas 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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