Mr. Muthaf**in eXquire - Mau Mau lyrics

[ Verse 1 - Mr. Muthaf**in' Exquire ] Nappy headed Nubian Snap the comb bristles Triple distilled whisky Military issued pistols Discontinued saw Puking in my rear view s*ut like "ew" but she still gonna f** us all Dick half hard, trying to f** while I roll I just hit it just to hit it, I ain't even get to cum Reem stole the phone He tried to slide off her wedding ring, she noticed Damn this n***a f**ed up everything Found her old tops Charge up the car for 93 f**ed up how them n***as never got a ring I don't trust nobody I only trust me I got a lesbian broad who only f** me Minx made of sasquatch Front get your a** squashed Dropped out at 15, still a n***a mad smart The CIA say my rhymes is a thought crime The dash between your birth and d**h is your lifeline Live and be an outlaw Die and be a martyr I ain't working for the rest of my life That sh**'s retarded Philosophy of mau mau f** that k** everything Screaming f** the world as my nuclear bomb detonate All he found was some residue and yellow paint Grabbing my nuts at the pearly gates Used to paint my face with soap like The Ultimate Warrior Shirtless in my draws not knowing that sh** was always us I doubt Jim Hellwig could whip some Zulu a** Indifferent misfit used the rule of math Got connects with Hungarian thugs in Budapest Mostly white collar crime but still them tools'll blast My father's a plumber, I'm nothing like him That's that Mario sh** I'm more like Bison That means I'mma live in this bar till my life done A lot of sh** I know, I only write some [ Verse 2 - Maffew Ragazino ] Aspired to be unsigned hype as a child I'm in that b**h now Cash in cash out records I am a cash cow Chow's how I chow now I do all the rapping and my n***as do the pow pow Move from the gate now Cash rules everything around me Small fish in a big pond but crown me or drown me is my mentality Steel balls and a heart like a rebel from Kenya Dixie cup full of Jameson blowing gardena b**h it's the senior You can't fit these shoes, busting dope moves out here n***a Nicky Cruz My only protection's a cross and a switchblade But what's the weapon for a few that Martin Luther's faith I don't turn cheek unless it's on lola Monroe and if you know her tell her call my motorola Grown as a soldier Get it together was my favorite sh** It's still sweet but n***as waiting on some major sh** f** that pay me n***a, motherf**er favor shee-it I'm on that Clay Davis sh**, Bill Clinton Bill Withers, Billy Ocean I f**s with the Superman but I ain't Jimmy Ocean They say my wordplay's sick, the flow's lethal But he's so underground let's be for real people Who the f**'s underground, man? dead people Y'all n***as show me some love, give me some head, people (Brooklyn!)