Blue Sky Black Death, Nacho Picasso - Tool Man lyrics
[Blue Sky Black Death, Nacho Picasso - Tool Man lyrics]
Nacho X, I gets mines by any means
Having dreams of white chicks bikini strings
Waking up: my dick hard cabrini-Green
It don't fit like fat kids in skinny jeans
I wear tanks with bike hats, I'm Sidney Deane
Got your whole team hanging
From my Jimmy Dean
Beauty queen but her brain is
Like a kidney bean
I preach free love, free drugs hippie things
So what
I don't rap conscious? I'm in a trance
I got a cult following
Don't you hear the chants?
And my bitch think I'm cameo no romance
Box of chocolates and flowers? Not a chance
Give my nuts a little space like Hammer pants
She said she on her period
And she having cramps
Known to leave a bitch leaking, no ambulance
I smell like pomegranates
Now bask in the ambiance
Set the girl free why he wanna jail her?
I just wanna nail her
"Tim The Tool Man" Taylor
Set the girl free why he wanna jail her?
I'm always getting head
Like I'm Vlad the Impaler
Let that girl be, she tired of creeping
Set that girl free like Abraham Lincoln
I got her in my Lincoln
Naked like she streaking handful of streaks
Bumping Weeknd while she's shrieking
Girl, if I'm shallow
Then blow me in the deep end
She ain't quite a dime
I'mma squint my eyes and pretend
Now she about a 8 or a 9, she a pre-10
Make my chick run from the swine like a vegan
All up in her region
She ran through the legion
She just spread her love
I don't even pledge allegiance
I can't tell the doves from
The crows and the leeches
The pussy on a contract and
She don't wanna breach it
Nacho Picasso, Moor Gang movement
I just wanna nail her home Improvement
Bone her on a cruise ship
Lipstick on my crew neck
She think I'm the shit
So I fucked her on the poop deck
Having dreams of white chicks bikini strings
Waking up: my dick hard cabrini-Green
It don't fit like fat kids in skinny jeans
I wear tanks with bike hats, I'm Sidney Deane
Got your whole team hanging
From my Jimmy Dean
Beauty queen but her brain is
Like a kidney bean
I preach free love, free drugs hippie things
So what
I don't rap conscious? I'm in a trance
I got a cult following
Don't you hear the chants?
And my bitch think I'm cameo no romance
Box of chocolates and flowers? Not a chance
Give my nuts a little space like Hammer pants
She said she on her period
And she having cramps
Known to leave a bitch leaking, no ambulance
I smell like pomegranates
Now bask in the ambiance
Set the girl free why he wanna jail her?
I just wanna nail her
"Tim The Tool Man" Taylor
Set the girl free why he wanna jail her?
I'm always getting head
Like I'm Vlad the Impaler
Let that girl be, she tired of creeping
Set that girl free like Abraham Lincoln
I got her in my Lincoln
Naked like she streaking handful of streaks
Bumping Weeknd while she's shrieking
Girl, if I'm shallow
Then blow me in the deep end
She ain't quite a dime
I'mma squint my eyes and pretend
Now she about a 8 or a 9, she a pre-10
Make my chick run from the swine like a vegan
All up in her region
She ran through the legion
She just spread her love
I don't even pledge allegiance
I can't tell the doves from
The crows and the leeches
The pussy on a contract and
She don't wanna breach it
Nacho Picasso, Moor Gang movement
I just wanna nail her home Improvement
Bone her on a cruise ship
Lipstick on my crew neck
She think I'm the shit
So I fucked her on the poop deck