Party Supplies - Egyptian Art (Pouches Of Tuna Remix) lyrics

I'm spittin art, a single verse is prolly worth a Pollock.. Tryna buy the sh** I'm buying, that would hurt your wallet.. You gettin money, lil n***a need to stop the lying.. And tell America you broke, thats word to Workaholics.. When the tensions flare.. People end up in intensive care repeatedly if still theres some resentment there.. I hit the club up, in the most expensive gear.. Sure to pull, all the finest hoochies with extensioned hair.. Thirsty hoes alive and well.. Nah baby this ain't YSL, but no matter what I wear im fly as hell.. Scan the setting, all these n***as looking damn depressing.. b**hes see me and immediately want to plan a wedding.. I kinda like you, you cute but I ain't tryna wife you.. But there's a party in my pants and baby I invite you.. I penetrate her like the bullets out a giant rifle.. f**ing like tonight's the ending of the Mayan cycle.. In any time zone.. Go outta state to do a show, bet I find a ho to blow me on the drive home.. Like a fine tone s*ut to get my mind blown.. With a rhinestone studded cover on her iPhone.. Rappers hate but they projecting like a over head.. Twisting 'Juana like that sh** that close a loaf a bread.. Hit the blunt inhaling deeper than a Vader breath.. Stupid tryna be my competition, you'll be laid to rest.. Seize the moment, smack the sh** out each opponent.. Silly rapper hear my style wishing he could clone it.. Blessed lord, can you send me some protection or.. Weapons to defend me from piggies using excessive force.. I'd hate to be ya, you prey to me like Saint Maria.. A predator, I gaze at you and see a quesadilla.. Encrypted heart, we just f**in if the b**h is smart.. p**y ripped apart, faces tatted with Egyptian art..