Kickin' out Windows - 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

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