Taco Night - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Chef Luv]

Degenerate Tom Sawyer

Rhyme Enforcer

Blood makes for poor mortar

Except in Mordor

Four sorcerers

Who opened up their borders

And said "The more the merrier"

Like animal hoarding disorders

Style theocratic

Duly acrobatic

So when Atheists aim I dodge it with a back-flip

I rap sick

Spent nights with chapped lips

Yes I'm iller thank you killers with guerrilla tactics

I'm not saying that I take on that persona but face facts

I act like a primary mind controller

My lights unfolding don't got it figured yet

So for now I pull away from the pack like a cigarette

My true brilliance shines through my resilience

Billions of Brazilions

Couldn't move my opinions

So this time around I'm coming, no hesitations

Like I can't get a table, no reservations

[Verse 2: NATO]

It's NATO, nigga

The one they always talk about

The store alarm's never ring when I'm walking out

But best believe if I'm asked to turn my pockets out

I'd have to rock it out

Hell yeah we turned that Target out

I got my Christmas wishlist

Mind your fucking business

Niggas blowing steam but the bitches blowing kisses

Fuck your rags to riches

Fuck tips I'm bagging bitches

Fuck kissing on the lips, you know where my fucking dick is

Fuck that nigga NATO always mentioning his balls

Draws his numbers on the stalls

But never ever answers calls

Stay fresh to death

Act like I didn't hear a bitch

I'll tell it to your face bitch, I'm realer then Shakira's hips

Apologize, nah

I'm really not sorry

Wanted a nice guy should have gotten with Gagliardi

He's the nice one

Polite with all the manners

I'm the one with ball cancer cause I teabagged all your scanners

Make that your profile picture bitch

[Hook 1: Chef Luv]

Me and hip-hop always fit like a glove

Like a man and a woman with AIDS falling in love

Chef Luv, yeah hope you brought an appetite

Blowing up like a bathroom after Taco Night

[Hook 2: NATO]

Me and Chef Luv we fit in with the thugs

Cold sweats come around, I give into the drugs

Step up

Get fucked

Swag modern like its Rocco's life

Blowing up like your anus after taco night

[Verse 3: Chef Luv]

I don't got that angle dust

I got the Devilin

It got me feeling devilish

Got it from where the devil went

My only evidence is seen in self-evident

Try not to act arrogant but that would just be negligent

A yeti is a yeti no matter what you name it

And a lion is a lion dawg, no matter how you tame it

A picture is a picture no matter how you frame it

So every day I wake up, Its really just the same shit

Creative juices flowing no pulp, fresh squeezed

Knowin' a rock I said it to her wearing a fresh tee

Sippin' fresh tea

With your girl and her besty

She call me Leonel as we getting' all messy

So I'mma lower my horns

And I'mma brandish my tusks

So you can join in if you know what's up

Camped out on the cut

'Till the village is asleep

Come runnin' down the mountain while you countin' your sheep

[Verse 4: NATO]

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