Blue Sky Black Death, Nacho Picasso - Tutankhamun lyrics
[Blue Sky Black Death, Nacho Picasso - Tutankhamun lyrics]
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
Naked now, 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
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
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
Worm, fresh to 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 shotty
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 (soft)
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
Naked now, 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
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
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
Worm, fresh to 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 shotty
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 (soft)