Rat Race lyrics

Verse : Nacho Picasso

We the underground meanin' we don't f*ck around
Mom half Irish but never brung the luck around
sh*t's been f*cked 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
n*ggas 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
f*ck her face give her sausage and sauerkraut
Left my kids on her blouse told her shout it out
Now she know my di*k game by word of mouth
And ain't even eat the cat that's word to Alf
I be gassin all these n*ggas I don't need to vouch
And I'm good anywhere I just need a couch

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n*ggas' in black face
b*tches on back page
I'mma need a back brace
To run in this rat race
Yeah I spit that sh*t, 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 n*gga just to feel starstruck
All my b*tches addicted to weed and starbucks
Short our bucks? You gonna get scarred up
I'm barred up, eat these n*ggas 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 b*tch 'fore I straight slap her "
Raised by wolves on the beat this a straight slapper
Cufflinks on my flanel lookin' straight dapper

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