American Literature

[Verse 1] Narcissistic catch me staring in a puddle Like yes I am the man that's the rest there's no rebuttal Started out so subtle with my finger in her butt 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 bitch 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 grass than compost And Nacho's going post all your honchos And real villain's get ghost in white Broncos Nacho's Modern Life so motherfuck 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 shit ain't I? Yes, true indeed Now who influence me? Money, hoes, blowing weed [Hook] (Nacho... Nacho... Nacho...)