Pink Guy - Big Mama lyrics

[Verse 1: Pink Guy] Big mama, selling narcota How much do it cost b**h? 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 f** 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 bullsh** that covers me Spying on your girl from a tree like Discovery Channel Bust through your girl's vag can*l f** her in the a**, 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 sh** 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 b**h! No, I'm just walking a thin line Between a piece of sh** 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 d**h slow, and they feel the pain And when I'm not on my pill, my brain deteriorates and I go insane