4th Of July

[Verse 1:Nacho Picasso] Nickle 4-5, I squeze it till the pearl jam Kick rocks bitch, quick to tell a girl scram Mayor West, Seattle birth the first batman Nacho Picasso, the tat in the hat man Hi-ya, got that tatted on my backhand The bad man said I rang from the badland I'm cute, she gorgeous Blood on the portraits I'm rude plus morbid She chose like I'm orbit I came on her vortex And threw her out the fortress Get out my heart-shaped box My heart stays locked Your heart says stop Every time you kiss your spouse, that tard tastes cock Your posse on broadway, your hard bass rock Another day, another VUCSA, hard case caught [Hook: Jeremy Cross] Where the dope boys go, when they die? We don’t go to heaven, we live so fly Some get low, but we get high Sparking fireworks like the 4th of July (X2) [Verse 2:Nacho Picasso] Nacho, hm I hear them using Cobain in vain You ain’t grew up in the rain So you prolly ain’t the same Wouldn’t have a thing in common If you’d blew your brains The way they steal from Jimi Man these fools should be ashamed Got me feeling like Joe Cause I’m fin to shoot my dame We the reason Bruce Lee learnt to kick it like Liu Kang Cause he grew up in the valley And the valley never changed My palace is in flames and my Alice is in chains My chain bar with diamonds, my fingers full of rings My city’s full of lames, then it seems you never came Steve Largent, work the hard, I beg your pardon Just threw another corpse in my Soundgarden And Sir iMix-A-Lot, makes it soft or harden You can ask Quincy Jones, where the fuck he started [Hook] (X4)