Sushi - Ras Kass

It’s time!

Come here, listen, get a bar nigga

I’ll chop the head off you dicks like a Bar Miztvah

Protect your neck, clown get brass, turtle neck sweaters

Even Marie Antoinette had a circus right before they behead her

Duh!

What I’m saying is this

It’s twenty five drops to Zero, off the A list

Viva Las Vegas, hot go go dancers in cages

Live on stages, Saturday night, Jason Sudeikis

Take your bitch, now he crying for his pussycat

Throw live kittens through your window, you could have your pussy back

Bend words into prison shanks

Where the term «mightier than the sword» originates

It ain’t where you from, it’s wherever you use your OnStar

Beef just dry-snitching on Vlad TV and Worldstar

To tell the truth, they don’t tell the truth

Chocolate nigga, strawberry Benz with the vanilla roof

Call it Neapolitan

I poli (tic) against the oligarchy on a mission, composition, start anarchy

I son y’all niggas like the man Barkley

Screaming your money or your life this is grand larceny

Cough up the parsley, carve to the dark meat

With the Benz carkey it’s year round shark week

Ayo, come here, listen get a bar nigga

In the streets locked up, get a bar nigga

Rich or poor, give a fuck who you are, nigga?

Sushi, the definition of raw spitter

Yeah, come on, listen, get a bar nigga

In the dorms, on the block, drinking malt liquor

Black or white, give a fuck who you are, nigga?

Sushi, the definition of raw spitter

I pop out the house like Oscar the Grouch

Where I’m from, they C Walk, stay chalking you out

Where I’m from they B Walk, never walking it out

Shit don’t change, that’s the stuff that get lost in the couch

I hide dragons, convince tigers to crouch

Paisa’s bring the birds in, then we migrate it South

White foam 'round the corners your dehydrated mouth

Like Al Jolsen, I’m Al Pacino, al-Qaeda

Al B Sure but darker, call it an all-nighter

Y’all pinatas, knock the stuffing out of all y’all foul biters

I’m Spiderman, stick to bitches' walls for real though

You Transvestite Man, bit by a radioactive dildo

That’s what they call an ill rap these days

I’m cancer, herpes, Satan, and the clap these days

Live by the California code

Crips in the whip, somebody call it a California roll

Pigpen with a pen, original sin

When I hop in the booth wearing a cannibal skin

MySpace and Fruity Loops let the amateurs in

Still, my son’s call me Father like them Vatican men

Smelling like cigarettes, vodka, and Dolce & Gabbana

Aphrodisiac to drunk sluts smoking marijuana

Sarah Connor with a metal cerebellum

My bitches hard headed, won’t do what I tell ‘em!

Cause now I wanna sell ‘em, worked for Heidi Fleiss

Might is Right, after death comes eternal nighty-night

But on the other hand I let my grandma down

Dressing like a clown with my pants on the ground

Hands on the pound, thinking 'bout robbing the nearest bank

In a mask like The Town

Spit out a brown smokers loogie, rookie

I’m nasty like Jabba having a baby by Snooki