Red Ridinghood

[Verse 1: Nacho Picasso]
Little Red Riding Hood, big dark forest
On her way to grammy's, Goldilocks ate the forest
Big Bad Wolf, shit, I could eat a orphan
It really ain't important, spew endorphines while extorting
Kick the door in and I storm in like I'm Mighty Morphin'
Power Ranger, tatted stranger, bald like Billy Corgan
Sitting at a organ, off that girl from Wheel of Fortune
Answer me like, "Yes, me Lordsman" I can [?]
I admire who? Shit, I admire me
Look how fly he be, Vampire Diaries
Had to tote the burner, shit, I grew up hella wiry
Two fucks fired me? You should've never hired me
Now I'm up top--hip hop's new hierarchy
I'm like, geez, all I wanted was some anarchy
They won't take me out the game... fucking RG3
Now your bitch say my name when I arch my D

[Hook: Nacho Picasso]
Li'l Red Riding Hood, big bad violent hood
Didn't have a childhood, didn't treat a child good
Didn't know a child would grow to be a wild wolf
Now viable [?], maniacal, running wolves, I'm living proof

[Verse 2: Nacho Picasso]
Came home wired, made my mom nervous
I'm disconnected like my prior phone service
When you're born on accident, life ain't have no purpose
I woke up 3 o'clock feeling like I'm worthless
Drove to Vansterdam, couple candy-coated hearses
She playing with her nipples, chocolate-coated Hershey's
But watch out for her kisses... chocolate-coated curses
Eyes red, bottoms red, Versace-covered purses
Match made in heaven, but this match is versus
Kill or be killed, and someone has to nurse this
Fuck a million sluts, throw some millions up
What? Chameleon trucks? I give a million fucks
I soldiered up in civilian guts
And when I sober up, I'll be really clutch
Take a bump, let her touch, she gon' really blush
Gave her shrooms, pushed her face, now she really mush
Nacho

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[Verse 3: Nacho Picasso]
I woke up a quarter to 4
Bored of the war, hoarder of whores
I snorted... a horse. I walked towards the store
[?] porch, then I smoked some more
Then I smoked some more, my nigga, I'm fucking bored
Ran five days late, now, I'm fucking short
Import, export... who can I extort?
I know an ex-con, he a expert
That's his export, now he own a restaurant
He told me "follow your dreams", fuck what the rest want
Now I'm in West Palms, chilling like a rest stop
With a little red bop, plus she give the best top
Sold up like a sweatshop, child out of wedlock
Women are from Venus but my penis come from red rock (Mars)
The big one, baby... feeling like Redbox
Flight to Boston, maybe... run into the Red Sox

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