Mau Mau

[ Verse 1 - Mr. Muthafuckin' Exquire ] Nappy headed Nubian Snap the comb bristles Triple distilled whisky Military issued pistols Discontinued saw Puking in my rear view Slut like "ew" but she still gonna fuck us all Dick half hard, trying to fuck while I roll I just hit it just to hit it, I ain't even get to cum Reem stole the phone He tried to slide off her wedding ring, she noticed Damn this nigga fucked up everything Found her old tops Charge up the car for 93 Fucked up how them niggas never got a ring I don't trust nobody I only trust me I got a lesbian broad who only fuck me Minx made of sasquatch Front get your ass squashed Dropped out at 15, still a nigga mad smart The CIA say my rhymes is a thought crime The dash between your birth and death is your lifeline Live and be an outlaw Die and be a martyr I ain't working for the rest of my life That shit's retarded Philosophy of mau mau Fuck that kill everything Screaming fuck the world as my nuclear bomb detonate All he found was some residue and yellow paint Grabbing my nuts at the pearly gates Used to paint my face with soap like The Ultimate Warrior Shirtless in my draws not knowing that shit was always us I doubt Jim Hellwig could whip some Zulu ass Indifferent misfit used the rule of math Got connects with Hungarian thugs in Budapest Mostly white collar crime but still them tools'll blast My father's a plumber, I'm nothing like him That's that Mario shit I'm more like Bison That means I'mma live in this bar till my life done A lot of shit I know, I only write some [ Verse 2 - Maffew Ragazino ] Aspired to be unsigned hype as a child I'm in that bitch now Cash in cash out records I am a cash cow Chow's how I chow now I do all the rapping and my niggas do the pow pow Move from the gate now Cash rules everything around me Small fish in a big pond but crown me or drown me is my mentality Steel balls and a heart like a rebel from Kenya Dixie cup full of Jameson blowing gardena Bitch it's the senior You can't fit these shoes, busting dope moves out here nigga Nicky Cruz My only protection's a cross and a switchblade But what's the weapon for a few that Martin Luther's faith I don't turn cheek unless it's on lola Monroe and if you know her tell her call my motorola Grown as a soldier Get it together was my favorite shit It's still sweet but niggas waiting on some major shit Fuck that pay me nigga, motherfucker favor shee-it I'm on that Clay Davis shit, Bill Clinton Bill Withers, Billy Ocean I fucks with the Superman but I ain't Jimmy Ocean They say my wordplay's sick, the flow's lethal But he's so underground let's be for real people Who the fuck's underground, man? dead people Y'all niggas show me some love, give me some head, people (Brooklyn!)