Red Ridinghood - Nacho Picasso

Little Red Riding Hood, big dark forest

On her way to grammy’s, Goldilocks ate the forest

Big Bad Wolf, shit, I could eat a orphan

It really ain’t important, spew endorphines while extorting

Kick the door in and I storm in like I’m Mighty Morphin'

Power Ranger, tatted stranger, bald like Billy Corgan

Sitting at a organ, off that girl from Wheel of Fortune

Answer me like, «Yes, me Lordsman» I can

I admire who?

Shit, I admire me

Look how fly he be, Vampire Diaries

Had to tote the burner, shit, I grew up hella wiry

Two fucks fired me?

You should’ve never hired me

Now I’m up top--hip hop’s new hierarchy

I’m like, geez, all I wanted was some anarchy

They won’t take me out the game… fucking RG3

Now your bitch say my name when I arch my D

Li’l Red Riding Hood, big bad violent hood

Didn’t have a childhood, didn’t treat a child good

Didn’t know a child would grow to be a wild wolf

Now viable, maniacal, running wolves, I’m living proof

Came home wired, made my mom nervous

I’m disconnected like my prior phone service

When you’re born on accident, life ain’t have no purpose

I woke up 3 o’clock feeling like I’m worthless

Drove to Vansterdam, couple candy-coated hearses

She playing with her nipples, chocolate-coated Hershey’s

But watch out for her kisses… chocolate-coated curses

Eyes red, bottoms red, Versace-covered purses

Match made in heaven, but this match is versus

Kill or be killed, and someone has to nurse this

Fuck a million sluts, throw some millions up

What?

Chameleon trucks?

I give a million fucks

I soldiered up in civilian guts

And when I sober up, I’ll be really clutch

Take a bump, let her touch, she gon' really blush

Gave her shrooms, pushed her face, now she really mush

Nacho

I woke up a quarter to 4

Bored of the war, hoarder of whores

I snorted… a horse.

I walked towards the store

porch, then I smoked some more

Then I smoked some more, my nigga, I’m fucking bored

Ran five days late, now, I’m fucking short

Import, export… who can I extort?

I know an ex-con, he a expert

That’s his export, now he own a restaurant

He told me «follow your dreams», fuck what the rest want

Now I’m in West Palms, chilling like a rest stop

With a little red bop, plus she give the best top

Sold up like a sweatshop, child out of wedlock

Women are from Venus but my penis come from red rock (Mars)

The big one, baby… feeling like Redbox

Flight to Boston, maybe… run into the Red Sox