Your Boyfriend Has A Mustache

Lyrics

Chorus: ------------- I'm hard to kill I made it work with just smarts & will Rich bum with a bus pass A half ounce & a queen with a plump ass When can I say that I made enough cash? When can I say that I made enough splash? These are the questions that I must ask Your boyfriend has a mustache (Repeat) VERSE 1: ------------------ 3 L's to the face, no breakfast Never been a secret I am reckless I probably have a death wish I've been threatened by the neckless On my neck multiple necklace My whole vibe is overzеalous I will rap till I am breathless I will smash your pumpkin headlеss I fumbled a bag, you fumbled a husband I made my money back I made the track, I'm naked, facts Thick chicks dig em like Honey Smacks Rakim in reverse Hold a grudge like the mic... I'm just capping But don't cry cause it's over Cry cause it happened Free agent, my eggplant flappin Biographical affidavit, fly above local rapper hatred I'm too deep up in this Matrix, lame if you think I ain't made it My palette's been appetized from monetizing my rapper lines You a minor character, Rappenstine I'ma drink a quart of this Ballantine Palumbo a student of No Limit, Cash Money You a sad, stupid loser with a cash limit, no money I don't fake my streams I don't die my beard Through the fire I persevered PTSD so I act weird But my M.O. been engineered (Repeat Chorus) Verse 2: --------------- 3 L's to the face, no breakfast Your mustache makes you look feckless Zombies attack, you will not protect us I will rap till they respect us Southern Devil, Southern Gent This is my court, you must repent Old Man Blackler grabbing the sket My desk you will not circumvent I'm in search of peace but not above some petty drama I'm so wrecked I went to Benihanas, ordered chimichangas I'm so vexed I went to PetCo & ordered all pirañas I don't take calls, I take sex partners to Nirvana Wait, hold up - back to the mustache You got a fear of commitment? Grow a beard, I know I'm weird But how do form your face to take pictures? Grizzled vet who spit like scripture, my orgasms off the Richter Same-old sap & the same-old rerun Gave my heart away, I want a refund Hold up, back to the subject, you a bozo in Banana Republic I wear Polo, flying solo, poly-life is dynamite, GoPro You heard the why Bert Templett deserved to die Story of the tortoise slow & steady I'm so fly SpaceLAB till I die (Repeat Chorus)