I'm to Blame for the Rain - Nacho Picasso

Every time you hear me the mood gets eerie

Niggas don’t come near me, I get weary

Fists of fury, squeeze the fifth til I’m teary

Drink a fifth til I’m cheery, Christine couldn’t steer me

No, I done made my own lane

Everybody’s got baggage, I made my own claim

A master like Shredder, give me brain like crane

Go down dirty shame, bald head like a Wayans

I did it for the fame, I’m to blame for the rain in my city

Bang, bang, bang, in my city and they bang all the kitties

She told me make it rain so I came on her titties

I just laughed, walked away counting twenties and fifties

Bumping like hippies, hungry like Missy

I got a couple white friends, hit bones and played Frisbee

Don’t, sniff coke and drink whiskey

Ray-Ban's risky, and coke white Griffeys

I’m to blame for the rain in my city

I’m to blame for the rain in my city

Bang, bang, bang

I’m to blame for the rain in my city

I’m to blame, I’m to blame for the rain in my city

Bang, bang, bang, in my city

I’m to blame for the rain in my city

I’m to blame for the rain in my city

Bang, bang, bang

I’m to blame for the rain in my city

Bang, bang, bang, in my city

Bang, bang, bang, in my city

And they bang all the kitties

(Back on my dark shit, like mixed girl’s armpits

Br’er Rabbit’s tar pit, electric guitar riffs

Swisher black lick spliffs, burnt black tar whiffs

Burnt black crosses, hurt black conscious

Cursed black artists, thirst and starve us

'Til we burst black-hearted and we act retarded

And the bombs bombarded, 'til the rich restart it

Cause they disregarded that that history’s our shit)

She a garbage pale kid like Valerie Vomit

She just organized all my comics by all my chronic

Buy me rings like Sonic, I get high and pawn it

I’m an outlaw, the tat on my neck should be wanted

Big flake, be late for all my appointments

I see dead people, Nacho P: clairvoyant

Took the king out, Nacho P: heir appointed

Creeped up in my kingdom, ParaNorman paranoid

Pair of stripper twins: Tasha, Sarah Toia

That’s not all you got in common, guess what nose you blow up

King Cobra, Anaconda, 'strictor Boa

Nature boy, I don’t need to wear a feather boa

I buy two pairs of kicks, flood the stores like Noah

What I owe ya, nothing for ya, matter fact who knows ya

Gotta get ya real fast, not a sit tight lawyer

I get lit then spit