Red Ridinghood lyrics

[Verse 1: Nacho Picasso]
Little Red Riding Hood, big dark forest
On her way to grammy's, Goldilocks ate the forest
Big Bad Wolf, sh*t, 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? sh*t, I admire me
Look how fly he be, Vampire Diaries
Had to tote the burner, sh*t, I grew up hella wiry
Two f*cks 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... f*cking RG3
Now your b*tch say my name when I arch my D

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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

[Verse 2: Nacho Picasso]
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
f*ck a million sl*ts, throw some millions up
What? Chameleon trucks? I give a million f*cks
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
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[Verse 3: Nacho Picasso]
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 n*gga, I'm f*cking bored
Ran five days late, now, I'm f*cking 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", f*ck 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 p*nis come from red rock (Mars)
The big one, baby... feeling like Redbox
Flight to Boston, maybe... run into the Red Sox

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