Artist: Ras Kass Album: PUMA (Pushing Underground Music Always) Song: Sushi Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro: from South Park] Welcome to City Sushi Can I take your order please? What's the big idea Putting your Shitty Sushi right next my Shitty Wall? 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 prace! Why don't you please speak English? Maybe I can understand you!! [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 with you from, it's wherever you use your OnStar Beef just dry-snitching on VladTV and WorldStar To tell the truth, they don't tell the truth Chocolate nigga, strawberry Benz with the vanilla roof Call it Neopolitan I poli(tic) against the oligarchy on a mission, composition, start anarchy I son y'all niggaz like the man Barkley Screaming your money or your life is a grand larceny Cough up the parsley, carve to the dark meat With the Benz carkey it's year round shark week [Chorus] Aiyyo, 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, c'mon listen, get a bar nigga In the dorms, on the block, drinkin malt liquor Black or white, give a fuck who you are, nigga? Sushi, the definition of raw spitter [Ras Kass] I pop out the house like Oscar the Grouch Where I'm from, they C-Walk, stay chalkin you out Where I'm from they B-Walk, never walkin it out Shit don't change, that's the stuff that get lost in the couch I hide dragons, convince +Tigers+ to +Crouch+ Bisons bring the birds in, then we migrate it South White from 'round the corner, your dihydrated mouth Like Al Jolsen, I'm Al Pacino, Al'Qaeda Al B. Sure but darker call it a all-nighter Y'all pinatas, knock the stuffin 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 called it a California roll [Chorus] [Ras Kass] Spit a pin 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 sons call me father like The Vatican man Smelling like cigarettes, vodka, and Dolce & Gabbana Aphrodisiac, a drunk slut smokin mari-jo-wuana 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 Floess 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 havin a baby by Snooki [Chorus]