Twisted Insane - The Taco Shop lyrics

[Intro] Amigo, Amigo! Hey! Ahh, I am Pepe! And I have what you need So what's your poison, eh? Uppers, Downers, In's, Out's? I can get it all! You got that look in your eye, eh? I know you You want some Choo-Choo! Yeah Matta' fact Hahahahaha Try'na hit the slopes Buckle Up Jump up in the bed and gimme head And you can bet that every time I walk Up in the room the women want to f** 82 percent'll go up and take the D' You need to get some kinda brace for When you take it in the gut But the boyfriend on the loose So when they tell me cuz' they knew That she was comin' to my show that she was In my VIP Said she would handle my erection Don't you got' 'em man I mean I'm kinda faded and It will be our little secret, and I will tell you, might as well, she Told me that She like to listen my music while She playing with her clit Ask her where she hid the scalpel Told her hip or not She told me that she find the size upon me playing with my dick Showed up at my show and told me that she wanna' Take me round the corner fo' A quickie just so that I can get that a** Told me that I was her boyfriend's favorite rapper That's a set-up, That's some funny sh** for you to do to get an Autograph [Hook:] Ready when I run up in the taco shop That hyna had a** I was drinkin' up to catch up while the hammer taught, ready to blast She was a pinche puta [Bridge:] Amigo amigo Ey you were right eh? It's so good, It's so good, you were right But I know what you want You want some Choo-Choo! [Verse 2] I'ma hit it with the Boomstick like LL In too deep with the wrench an' the p**y don't smell well Hat's off to you motherf**ers who jump in Like f** it all with the sawn-off And the dance off with the b**h out like perl rails Pervert? Yep, that's me! I don't care what you say 9 times outta 10 it'll be like "Insane? He's OK" Tell your b**hes in my aim I talk about this n***a so lame Can you do this body hit so I can splash in your face? Bust a nut upon your titties, water and some leche I'ma lick the p**y while she s**ing on my cuete Enchiladas, sutaca carni inside a guaca Holdin' with the .40 for my homie, little pepe Told me she would let me do some freaky sh** I mean the sickest sh** you could imagine I'm a different kinda f** boo I be doin' mental sh** to b**hes They don't wonder with the dick They can't compete There ain't no other n***a f** you!