For the Glory - Nacho Picasso

I’m having orgies in the name of Dionysus

My African’s the nicest even though she smell like spices

I go on shopping sprees and don’t worry bout the prices

And I am the precisest and my piece of mind is priceless

Your Jesus piece is Christ-less and you tell me that you’re righteous

Heard hip hop’s in a crisis and I feel that I’m the nicest

For The Glory

Go hard like Spartacus

Find your man in the heap of the carcasses

Every woman wants to sleep with a narcassist

I promise this, I break hearts like promises

I’m killing things cause I chased after silly dreams

I’m Sweeney Todd, I cut throats like guillotines

Blew up to smithereens and moved to the Philippines

Fuck who ain’t feeling me, I’m cool with Ryan Phillippe

Fried to a fricassee, the bouncer ain’t frisking me

You must be kidding me, now bow down and kiss the ring

I’ve seen badder bitches than you on my sister’s team

I curse the gods as I slam my fist down

Like if one more bitch says I look like Chris Brown

Look at me now bitch, I look like this town

Nacho