Kickin' Out Windows

[Hook: Nacho Picasso] Kickin' out windows High on cocaine [Verse 1: Nacho Picasso] Orange Porsche, I peel out like a kumquat Sirens and gunshots High-fives and nut shots Bed knobs and broom sticks High tops from sweat shops Loitering in front of stores like the Redbox Yellow-ass hating nigga, like Red Fox The ghost-whisperer don't even talk to dead cops The Big Boss Man threw me in a headlock While Sgt. Slaughter went and hit me with the leg-drop I'm Ted DiBiase fresh, while the Feds watch As I grab on my crotch and the fans mosh Living free, not a care in the world Russian Roulette, I went bare in your girl You could call me Leatherface, I'm wearing your girl Out, All they found was her hair and a pearl Wow You need to get your evidence up While these youngsters kill each other for 11s and such [Hook] [Verse 2: Nacho Picasso] I wrote a letter, it went, "Dear Mr. Officer Get up off my dick, because it's not a throat lozenge." I just met the girl, but I act like the boss of her Pussy so big, if you blink, you'll get lost her Translation, I'm thinking bout tossing her Hun's a nun, but I'm thinking about crossing her I got a shaved head, call me Andre Agassi Like Jermaine Jackson's son, Nacho's your majesty I cause carnage, Eddie Brock, Cletus Kasady Guns and roses, these niggas ain't Slash as me The audacity to even try to rap to me She thinking limo, but she looking like a cab to me I'm hungry like the wolf, you looking like a slab of meat Pause, paw prints on a pack of sweets We don't act discreet, full moon to packs and heat Dollars making sense, Susan B. Anthony [Hook]