| They call me Nacho, I hail from Dimension X
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| And my lieutenant at attention, did you mention sex?
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| I get naked on a bitch like I’m Weapon X
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| And little mama black and white like she rep the Nets
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| And every time I grab the mic, its like I got Tourette’s
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| And I been having hella bitches since they wore berets
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| I don’t know why I’m here or what I’m supposed to do
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| So I just get high as fuck and try to rep the crew
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| I think I’m doing something right, this shit’s been extra cool
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| God damn this pussy tight, I need some extra lube
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| Asking me for extra, I get extra rude
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| I ain’t your number one, nigga I’m your extra dude
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| I fell to earth now I feel like I’m David Blowie
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| I mean David Bowie, either way she gonna blow me
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| She tell me «Take it, just take it»
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| I’m like, «You supposed to be sacred»
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| She like, «You supposed to be flagrant
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| You Nacho P, you my favorite
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| And while my boyfriend out flavin
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| I be with you misbehaving»
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| You a got a boyfriend, you saying?
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| I need to bring my AK, hmm
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| My heart don’t beat, so fuck a pace maker
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| We point space lasers at fake taste makers
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| Cause we on this caper, we the real fucking risk takers
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| You a wrist slitter and I’m a fist shaker
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| Curse the gods for the gods have forsaken me
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| I pour 8 up, ain’t no motherfucker waking me
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| Even if Geppetto carved a nigga, ain’t no faking me
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| When Hostess stopped making the twinkie, bought a bakery
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| Like Charlie’s Chocolate Factory, fly away with me
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| Heard its joogin' out here Gab, fuck it, pay a P
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| Cause even renegade hoes gotta pay a fee
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| And you can play with me but babygal, I play for keeps
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| Like Shang Tsung, I snatch your soul with amazing reach
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| Til then just sit your bopping ass on these Mercedes seats
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| Walk it off, now I know you got them lazy feet
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| There’s Dirty Dancing, lady friend, I’m Patrick Swayze teeth |