Nacho Picasso - Tutankhamun | Текст песни

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• Nacho Picasso
• Tutankhamun

[Verse 1]

Count Dracula, my Bitch is Elvira
The Bride of Frankenstein, that’s my secret admirer
Suicide capital, we think like al-Qaeda
Giving bitches the deuces 'till they think I'm Rob Schneider
My bitch got a shiner, I'm known to never mind her
And yea I'm into fashion, all my drugs are designer
Breaking these Bitches back like the Steiner Recliner
I'mma open her up, cause I'm the headliner
I came in her eye now you see how love blind her
New lizard kings see the ghosts of Seminoles
Octopussy's tentacles wrapped around my genitals
Takin' shots of pinnacle, I'm toasting to my testicles
Listening to Mystikal while puffin on my minerals
Chillin' with domestic hoes, sniffing blow, she missed her nose
Making eyes, she missed her clothes, takin pics, she love to pose
And she think she love the pole, takin' dick is all she know
And that kush is all we grow, so bammer is not optional
Blow me like a popsickle or get up off my obstacle
Hoarse I'm on course, got that hammer like I'm Norse
My horse is a Porche, I drive hammer like I'm scorched

[Hook]
Me and Tutankhamun got a lot in common
I'm a young pharaoh and I'm rapping off the aman
I'm looking like Common, I be rappin' with the shamans
My portrait says wanted, my fortress stays haunted

[Verse 2]
These niggas wanna hurt me, they bitches want to harp me
But they don't disturb me cause I don't have a heart beat
Bad ass yellow boy, just like Bart be
Strapped like her car seat, puffin' that parsley
Married with Children -- your bitch look like D'Arcy
You live in a RV I ball like Steve Harvey
Dressed like Marcus Garvey, so the bitches wanna party
The bitches wanna party cause I party like I'm Charlie
Sheen on the scene, I be drugged up and tardy
Worms fresh in death, like you dug up my body
I grew up in the hood but I'm stuckup and snotty
My nigga brought this girl, and his girl yelled shott
Now I'm in the carpool, fin to run a trolly
She just popped a molly so she sucked me like a jolly
Rancher, I'm the answer Fifty-Fifty ball like cancer
I turn your ass to Casper, yelling free my nigga Jasper
My girl supposed to be fastin', but tell me fuck her faster
I dog the broads, I hog the blogs
My name be in the mouth like cotton gauze
Or rotten Nas, they hatin' cause they haagen dazs

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