Paris Texas - HEAVY METAL lyrics

[Verse 1: Louie Pastel] I can't chill with a bop or a bozo (Alright) I'm the one dodging bullets in slow-mo (Okay) Little b*tch, you are not at a dojo (Kung fu) You can't kick it here, b*tch, I am JoJo (Get out) Bizarre how I move and I'm trippin' Got these tabs on my tongue like a browser Oh my God, Louie over there spittin' He can beat up this beat for an hour b*tch from the city of God Everybody you know is a fraud Man, I stink, someone spray me in BOD I just wanted my father's applause I just wanted my mother's applause I just wanted these crackers' applause So I stand on the stage with the bars So I stand on the stage with the boys [Verse 2: Felix] Blessed with my presence, say thanks, huh Little b*tch, what is your rank? Walk in my hood for a second They might put you in the dirt, huh Born this way, must be a curse, huh You dropped a song that's the worst, ha She don't su*k dick, that's a first Said she was playin', then she go to work, uh Aim for her mouth and I burst (Hahaha) Like a gun or a semi No, you ain't fu*kin' with me Yeah, my girls hella pretty Not saditty, they self-conscious Insecure, real high emotions Long acrylics to hit all them roaches But I don't give two fu*ks, that's my b*tch, mmm Ass so fat in them jeans, it might rip, mmm Wanna move to Atlanta then strip, ha Hold your tongue with that menacin' grip, mmm Got no semi, no Uzi, no clip, mmm Just a hundred fist jammin' your sh*t, ayy On your tombstone, we pissin', lil' b*tch, ayy Since my skin been a solar eclipse, huh Grab Orion belt, then you get whipped, huh You my son, you my child, you my kid SSX, let's get tricky, lil' b*tch, uh Uber comin', you leavin', lil b*tch, huh You can't get no high score in this sh*t