Sushi

Ras Kass

It’s time!
Come here, listen, get a bar nigga
I'll chop the head off you
Dicks like a Bar Miztvah
Protect your neck, clown get brass
Turtle neck sweaters
Even Marie Antoinette had a circus
Right before they behead her
Duh! What I’m saying is this
It’s twenty five drops to Zero
Off the A list
Viva Las Vegas, hot go go dancers in cages
Live on stages, Saturday night
Jason Sudeikis take your bitch
Now he crying for his pussycat
Throw live kittens through your window
You could have your pussy back
Bend words into prison shanks
Where the term "mightier than
The sword" originates
It ain’t where you from
It's wherever you use your OnStar
Beef just dry-snitching on Vlad
TV and Worldstar
To tell the truth, they don’t tell the truth
Chocolate nigga
Strawberry Benz with the vanilla roof
Call it Neapolitan i poli
(tic) against the oligarchy on
A mission, composition, start anarchy
I son y'all niggas like the man Barkley
Screaming your money or your life
This is grand larceny
Cough up the parsley, carve to the dark meat
With the Benz carkey it's
Year round shark week

Ayo, come here, listen get a bar nigga
In the streets locked up, get a bar nigga
Rich or poor, give a fuck who you are, nigga?
Sushi, the definition of raw spitter
Yeah, come on, listen, get a bar nigga
In the dorms, on the block
Drinking malt liquor
Black or white, give a fuck who you are
Nigga? Sushi, the definition of raw spitter

I pop out the house like Oscar the Grouch
Where I'm from, they C Walk
Stay chalking you out
Where I'm from they B Walk
Never walking it out shit don’t change
That’s the stuff that get lost in the couch
I hide dragons, convince tigers to crouch
Paisa's bring the birds in
Then we migrate it South
White foam 'round the corners
Your dehydrated mouth
Like Al Jolsen, I'm Al Pacino, al-Qaeda
Al B Sure but darker, call it an all-nighter
Y'all pinatas, knock the stuffing out of
All y'all foul biters i'm Spiderman
Stick to bitches' walls for real though
You Transvestite Man
Bit by a radioactive dildo
That’s what they call an ill rap these days
I'm cancer, herpes, Satan
And the clap these days
Live by the California code
Crips in the whip
Somebody call it a California roll

Pigpen with a pen, original sin
When I hop in the booth
Wearing a cannibal skin
MySpace and Fruity Loops let the amateurs in
Still, my son's call me Father
Like them Vatican men
Smelling like cigarettes, vodka
And Dolce & Gabbana
Aphrodisiac to drunk sluts smoking marijuana
Sarah Connor with a metal cerebellum
My bitches hard headed
Won’t do what I tell ‘em!
Cause now I wanna sell ‘em
Worked for Heidi Fleiss might is Right
After death comes eternal nighty-night
But on the other hand I let my grandma down
Dressing like a clown with my
Pants on the ground hands on the pound
Thinking 'bout robbing the nearest bank
In a mask like The Town
Spit out a brown smokers loogie, rookie
I’m nasty like Jabba having a baby by Snooki

Trivia about the song Sushi by Ras Kass

On which albums was the song “Sushi” released by Ras Kass?
Ras Kass released the song on the albums “Barmageddon Mixtape” in 2013 and “Barmageddon” in 2013.

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