Текст песни Nacho Man - Nacho Picasso

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I'm talkin' about the greatest Intercontinental Champion that ever lived, the Honky Tonk Man is out of line, yeah!
Cuz I am the greatest Intercontinental Heavyweight Champion that ever lived and I am the greatest professional wrestler that ever lived, and I'm livin' now, yeah, right now, uh huh."Bad blood, bad vibes, and bad luck.
Bad sluts ODing in my bathtub.
Gave my ex a back rub with a Mack truck.
Did her like a speed bump then I backed up.
Sue me bitch, I'm racked up.
Wanna act up get smacked up.
Off Xany bars I was half drunk.
I was blacked out when she ran up.
Hold up can't stand up, someone help me pull my pants up.
Police came, I put my hands up.
But thank god I put them grams up.
And them bands up, I get dandruff.
Head and shoulders, bust mad nuts.
Where's Nacho?
He at Mad Cuts.
Like Where's Waldo?
Off mad dust.
Air fresheners we don't need [?]?
We'll spray Febreeze, we'll leave you slumped.
We'll air it out, whole crew is skunk.
So all you do is duck like a Buddhist monk.
I had your gal, and your crew is bunk.
I gave her D all she do is flunk.
That's a passing grade but who gives a fuck.
Fucked her in the butt, never took it in the romp.
Then she broke up when she couldn't take a dump.
I'm Bad Santa, I got bad manners.
Got bad grammar, bad bladders.
In Atlanta I had asthma.
LSD in my bandana I'm Santana blam the hammers I need Dr.
Frazier not Kelsie Grammer fucking Chelsea Hammer I'm the Mad Hatter My nose is red, if I had antlers I'm Rudolph and my clan Prancer Pestilence, AIDS, and cancer Sorry Sway you ain't have the answers I smashed the bitch while I was watching Manswers Obnoxious bastard, rapping hazard?
Going ape, I'm plastered In wake of the rave, hold your fate I mastered The way that flav' you could write a chapter I crawled out the grave, threw a?
Fuck a damn dispatcher, all they heard was laughterWe don't give a fuck about your name, about your name mane We don't give a fuck who you brang It's all the same, we all insane It's all the same, we all insane Can't complain maneSacrificial virgin bitch
Gave her to the dirtiest Flirtiest, unworthiest Nacho, he the merciless He don't know what mercy is The hungriest and thirstiest Couldn't get a Hershey kiss Now get off me you thirsty bitch I'm Halloween, no trick-or-treat She met the trick, had dick to eat Your main chick come lick my sneaks But she could roll my grass like football cleats Insomniacs, baby we don't sleep Just toss and turn, we bench for weeks We play for keeps, play keep-away
We reek of yay, and spend a G a day LikeWe don't give a fuck about your name, about your name mane We don't give a fuck who you brang
It's all the same, we all insane
It's all the same, we all insane Can't complain maneUnbelievable.
Time-distortion, space is the place...(inaudible)...
Go down that lonesome highway, yeah!
But don't be at the dice, no, reincarnation doesn't have to be.
You can concentrate and you can, uh, (But) its called telepathy. (But the beat goes on?) But the beat goes on Nacho, Nacho, Nacho, NachoCan I ask you a question Macho Man?No more questions!