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Sushi

Sushi

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Welcome to Shitty Sushi, can I take your order please?

What's the big idea putting your Shitty

Sushi right next to my Shitty Wok?

I'm sorry, I do not understand your accent. You want Shitty Tuna Roll?

No, I don't want Shitty Tuna Roll! I want you to go find

Another shitty town to open your shitty sushi place!

Why don't you please just speak-a English? Maybe I can understand you!

Yeah, it's time

(Uh, come on, it's sushi)

Uh, come here, listen, get a bar, nigga

I chop the head off you dicks like a Bar Mitzvah

Protect your neck, clown, get brass turtleneck sweaters

Even Marie Antoinette had a circus right before they behead her

Duh, what I'm saying is this

It's 25 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 can have your pussy back

Pen words in the prison shanks

What it turn out of? Your dinner sword originates

It ain't where you're from, it's wherever you use your arms, star

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 polly against the oligarchy

On a mission, composition starting anarchy

I son y'all niggas like the man Barkley

Screaming, "Your money or your life!" This is Grand Larceny

Cough up the parsley, cough to the dark meat

With the Benz car key, it's year-round shark week

(Watashi no kao moyou no bukkake)

Hahahahaha

(Watashi wa sore ga mama no suki)

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

Piscers bring the birds in, then we migrated south

White foam 'round the corner your dehydrated mouth

Like Al Jolson, Al Pacino, Al-Qaeda

How he short but dark? I call it an all-nighter

Y'all piñatas, knock the stuffing out of all y'all foul biters

I'm Spider-Man, stick to bitches' walls for real, though

You transvestite, man, bit by a radioactive dildo

That's what they calling ill rap these days?

I'm cancer, herpes, Satan, and the clap these days

Live by the California code

Crips in the whip, some might call it a California roll

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

A pen with a pen, original sin

When I hop in the booth wearing a cannibal skin

MySpace and FruityLoops let the amateurs in

Still my sons, call me Father like the 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, work for Heidi Fleiss

Mine is right after death comes eternal nighty-night

But on the other hand, I let my grandma down

Trusted 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 smoker's loogie, rookie

I'm nasty like Jabba having a baby by Snooki

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

(Watashi wa anata no kuroi hito o aishii)

(Watashi wa anata ga watashi o bukkake shitai)

(Raw like sushi)

(Raw like sushi)

Now, I think when niggas listen to some of your shit, they

Are insulted by your intelligence and they don't like you

Right

They're like, "Hold up, fuck, what are—?" You know, you let a

Nigga listen to that, I put it on in front of some thug niggas

Like, they listen 'bout two minutes, they'll be, "Fuck this

Nigga, man, we, I mean, it's just too much information, like

Fuck him, I mean, what is, yeah, yeah, what, yeah, alright"

Well, I force you to think, you know what I'm saying?

Yeah, and they don't like that

But I can't be mad at the result

And I figured the people, and ironically

My fanbase has always kinda been two extremes

You know who got enough time to fucking learn?

Right

People in college and niggas in prison

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