Nacho Picasso - For The Glory lyrics

For The Glory nacho

I'm having orgies in the name of Dionysus
My African's the nicest even though
She smell like spices
I go on shopping sprees and
Don't worry bout the prices
And I am the precisest and my
Piece of mind is priceless
Your Jesus piece is Christ less and
You tell me that you're righteous
Heard hip hop's in a crisis and
I feel that I'm the nicest

For The Glory go hard like Spartacus
Find your man in the heap of the carcasses
Every woman wants to sleep with a narcassist
I promise this, I break hearts like promises

I'm killing things cause I
Chased after silly dreams i'm Sweeney Todd
I cut throats like guillotines
Blew up to smithereens and
Moved to the Philippines
Fuck who ain't feeling me
I'm cool with Ryan Phillippe
Fried to a fricassee
The bouncer ain't frisking me
You must be kidding me
Now bow down and kiss the ring
I've seen badder bitches than you
On my sister's team
I curse the gods as I slam my fist down
Like if one more bitch says
I look like Chris Brown
Look at me now bitch, I look like this town
Nacho