Rat Race - Nacho Picasso

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

Hook

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 !

Verse: Nacho Picasso

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

Hook