Songtexte Big Mama - Pink Guy

Uh, uh, fuck you Frank
Yo, Big mama, selling narcota
How much do it cost bitch? None, zip, nada
Run from policia, ain't no drama
Fresh new Adidas for the newborn stamina
Flow so pretty I would turn around and fuck it
Asian girl screams, that's the Bangkok Ruckus
Not a crack-pipe, but I crack pipe vocally
Pipe kids down with the black cane locally
Got a thick layer of bullshit that covers me
Spying on your girl from a tree like Discovery Channel
Bust through your girl's vag canal
Fuck her in the ass, less humps than a camel
Yo, riddle this fictitious little kiddo
That rinses dishes
Blow kisses to bad girls they flinch itches
Mad sketchy like Craigslist, ain't shit
Ya'll finish short, like a midget at the races
When I'm on the beat, I'm something like a cipher
Podium possess kid, keep it old school, like a type writer
Night-rides a horse, so I'm a knight rider
Something like a king bombing on these Al-Quaders
Bitch!
No, I'm just scanning a thin line
Between a piece of shit and a battle of ill minds
I got dumb people that be testing my rhymes
But I can bend around the process and steadily incline
So when they ask, "Who am I?"
Make a death slow, and they feel the pain
And when I'm not on my pill, my brain deteriorates and I go insane