Nacho Picasso - Bastard in a Basket lyrics

I'm just a bastard from a basket
A fucking douchebag that deserves to
Get his ass kicked
But ain't no one gonna do it, though
So ain't no sense in asking
And fuck the passion, I'm bustin' in a napkin

I'm snappin' like Bob Backlund
I'm Cactus Jack when
Ric Flair used to wear the satin
What's happenin'?
Is Tina Turner yappin'? Cause
This beat is slappin'
I come from the streets like Aladdin
Bumping R Kelly while I
Pee on princess Jasmine
My bitches play the part
But I refuse to quit the castin'
My chick do bayer asprin
She usually toot the Aspen
She used to be in pageants
But now she just imagines
Extortion? I see no profit's here
Try to press me for a portion
Drive your Porsche off the pier
Me and Heather Locklear
We get high as Rocketeers
Took a shot of angel tears
I yell "Cheers!" to all my fears nacho


Miss Mary Jane was quite brittle
Her husband dead
So that mean I'm smoking white widow
I'm blowing dope
Eyes low with a slight sniffle
I got a heavy heart, so I keep a light pistol
Fuck your mom in the ass fast
I might Bristol
Palin, I'm impaling anyone who's slavin'
If you're rainin' and I'm hailin'
I'm inhaling all your hatred
I'm blinded by the light
And I'm plugged into the Matrix
I'm only on the dealers
I throw bitches off the A-list
My momma half white and they
Tell me I'm a racist?
They can't stand the heat like Skip Bayless
I'm famous i'm in the winner's bracket and
Your bitch is needing braces
Your new pussy? My old poon
If you're fly then I guess I'm Jeff Goldbloom
Pop so many pills, my brain look like tofu
I'mma die like that old bitch in Soul Food