Nacho Pica**o - American Literature lyrics

[Verse 1] Narcissistic catch me staring in a puddle Like yes I am the man that's the rest there's no rebu*tal Started out so subtle with my finger in her bu*t hole Like welcome to the jungle baby I don't want to cuddle You're tryna fall in love baby I don't want to stumble I'm the Iron Sheik, camel clutch it 'til she's humble My Africans be blocking so I call that girl Matumbo My hood b**h from the N.O. give me head and make me gumbo Now when she in the bed in my head I hear a drum roll She lick me 'til I'm dead on my balls she do the tongue roll And when I'm done bro I'mma leave a hundo Eyes close same time as the sun rose Lungs boast held more gra** than compost And Nacho's going post all your honchos And real villain's get ghost in white Broncos Nacho's Modern Life so motherf** Rocko's [Hook] Double crossed, the Devil tried to forge my signature Y'all missed the big picture, wallet-size miniatures Arrogant, immature American literature Flow so stunning, Stone Cold finisher [Verse 2] I'm Detroit Red, don't try to Brother Malcolm me I can raise the dead call it full metal alchemy Fool kept on doubting me I flew him from the balcony I'm flier than a Valkyrie he should of grew some falcon wings I count salaries, she count calories Count whatever you want, but can't count on me Cause I be half baked, yes Cuban B See Nacho P, uh-oh, loan me D (Cuban B) I'm the sh** ain't I? Yes, true indeed Now who influence me? Money, hoes, blowing weed [Hook] (Nacho... Nacho... Nacho...)