Ras Ka** - Sushi lyrics

[Verse 1] It's time! Come here, listen, get a bar n***a I'll chop the head off you dicks like a Bar Miztvah Protect your neck, clown get bra**, turtle neck sweaters Even Marie Antoinette had a circus right before they behead her Duh! What I'm saying is this It's twenty five drops to Zero, off the A list Viva Las Vegas, hot go go dancers in cages Live on stages, Saturday night, Jason Sudeikis Take your b**h, now he crying for his p**ycat Throw live kittens through your window, you could have your p**y back Bend words into prison shanks Where the term "mightier than the sword" originates It ain't where you from, it's wherever you use your OnStar Beef just dry-snitching on Vlad TV and Worldstar To tell the truth, they don't tell the truth Chocolate n***a, strawberry Benz with the vanilla roof Call it Neapolitan I poli(tic) against the oligarchy on a mission, composition, start anarchy I son y'all n***as like the man Barkley Screaming your money or your life this is grand larceny Cough up the parsley, carve to the dark meat With the Benz carkey it's year round shark week [Hook] Ayo, come here, listen get a bar n***a In the streets locked up, get a bar n***a Rich or poor, give a f** who you are, n***a? Sushi, the definition of raw spitter Yeah, come on, listen, get a bar n***a In the dorms, on the block, drinking malt liquor Black or white, give a f** who you are, n***a? Sushi, the definition of raw spitter [Verse 2] I pop out the house like Oscar the Grouch Where I'm from, they C Walk, stay chalking you out Where I'm from they B Walk, never walking it out sh** don't change, that's the stuff that get lost in the couch I hide dragons, convince tigers to crouch Paisa's bring the birds in, then we migrate it South White foam 'round the corners your dehydrated mouth Like Al Jolsen, I'm Al Pacino, al-Qaeda Al B Sure but darker, call it an all-nighter Y'all pinatas, knock the stuffing out of all y'all foul biters I'm Spiderman, stick to b**hes' walls for real though You Transvestite Man, bit by a radioactive dil*o That's what they call an ill rap these days I'm cancer, herpes, Satan, and the clap these days Live by the California code Crips in the whip, somebody call it a California roll [Hook] [Verse 3] Pigpen with a pen, original sin When I hop in the booth wearing a cannibal skin MySpace and Fruity Loops let the amateurs in Still, my son's call me Father like them Vatican men Smelling like cigarettes, vodka, and Dolce & Gabbana Aphrodisiac to drunk s*uts smoking marijuana Sarah Connor with a metal cerebellum My b**hes hard headed, won't do what I tell ‘em! Cause now I wanna sell ‘em, worked for Heidi Fleiss Might is Right, after d**h comes eternal nighty-night But on the other hand I let my grandma down Dressing like a clown with my pants on the ground Hands on the pound, thinking 'bout robbing the nearest bank In a mask like The Town Spit out a brown smokers loogie, rookie I'm nasty like Jabba having a baby by Snooki [Hook]