Nacho Picasso - Rat Race lyrics

We the underground meanin' we
Don't fuck around mom half Irish but never
Brung the luck around
Shit's been fucked up since House
Of Pain's "Jump Around"
My girl name karma she
Goes around comes around
Lookin' for a nacho I'm probably
Where the fun's around
Niggas run around like they got
The only guns in town catch me with a?shop?
Pat her on her ass
Threw her cash so the ho' don't pout
I see them red-bottoms baby
Threw them bunyans out
Fat ass let me see what that onion bout
Fuck her face give her sausage and sauerkraut
Left my kids on her blouse
Told her shout it out
Now she know my dick game by word of mouth
And ain't even eat the cat that's word to Alf
I be gassin all these niggas
I don't need to vouch
And I'm good anywhere I just need a couch

Niggas' in black face bitches on back page
I'mma need a back brace
To run in this rat race
Yeah I spit that shit
But it leaves a bad taste
Got me feelin' emo in my
Verses with a sad face
My mom used to spite me cause
I have my dad's face
Oops I mean my dad's face
Jungle fever bad case, uh!

Sock a famous nigga just to feel starstruck
All my bitches addicted to weed and starbucks
Short our bucks? You gonna get scarred up
I'm barred up
Eat these niggas before they start up
Middle name Harlot, rip your little heart out
We been gettin' bread
You should try to keep your carbs up
I be grabbin on my nuts
Tryna keep my nards up and I got that iron
Man tote that Tony Stark much?
Simon Cowell, boy, you just another X-Factor
Saw your girl in the club
Said let's Smack her
Purse first ass last, said "Let's jack her"
Came into this world lookin'
Like a wet raptor
Wasn't kept after but I never? Laughter
My first words " Get this bitch
'fore I straight slap her "
Raised by wolves on the beat
This a straight slapper
Cufflinks on my flanel
Lookin' straight dapper