Nacho Picasso - Red Ridinghood lyrics

Little Red Riding Hood, big dark forest
On her way to grammy's
Goldilocks ate the forest
Big Bad Wolf, shit, I could eat a orphan
It really ain't important
Spew endorphines while extorting
Kick the door in and I storm
In like I'm Mighty Morphin'
Power Ranger, tatted stranger
Bald like Billy Corgan sitting at a organ
Off that girl from Wheel of Fortune
Answer me like, "Yes, me Lordsman" I can
I admire who? Shit, I admire me
Look how fly he be, Vampire Diaries
Had to tote the burner, shit
I grew up hella wiry two fucks fired me? You
Should've never hired me
Now I'm up top -hip hop's new hierarchy
I'm like, geez, all I wanted was some anarchy
They won't take me out the game fucking RG3
Now your bitch say my name when I arch my D
Li'l Red Riding Hood, big bad violent hood
Didn't have a childhood
Didn't treat a child good
Didn't know a child would grow
To be a wild wolf
Now viable, maniacal, running wolves
I'm living proof

Came home wired, made my mom nervous
I'm disconnected like my prior phone service
When you're born on accident
Life ain't have no purpose
I woke up 3 o'clock
Feeling like I'm worthless
Drove to Vansterdam
Couple candy-coated hearses
She playing with her nipples
Chocolate-coated Hershey's
But watch out for her
Kisses chocolate-coated curses
Eyes red, bottoms red, Versace-covered purses
Match made in heaven
But this match is versus kill or be killed
And someone has to nurse this
Fuck a million sluts, throw some millions up
What? Chameleon trucks? I give
A million fucks
I soldiered up in civilian guts
And when I sober up, I'll be really clutch
Take a bump, let her touch
She gon' really blush
Gave her shrooms, pushed her face
Now she really mush nacho

I woke up a quarter to 4
Bored of the war, hoarder of whores
I snorted a horse i walked towards the store
Porch, then I smoked some more
Then I smoked some more, my nigga
I'm fucking bored
Ran five days late, now, I'm fucking short
Import, export who can I extort?
I know an ex-con, he a expert
That's his export, now he own a restaurant
He told me "follow your dreams"
Fuck what the rest want
Now I'm in West Palms
Chilling like a rest stop
With a little red bop
Plus she give the best top
Sold up like a sweatshop
Child out of wedlock
Women are from Venus but my
Penis come from red rock (Mars)
The big one, baby feeling like Redbox
Flight to Boston, maybe run into the Red Sox