Paki Rambo Lyrics & Chords By Adil Omar

1:
I bust quick in a slut's thick orange
foundation
I'm a foreign damnation at your borderline
waitin'
Horrified Satan with an angel to punch
cuz all these cookie cutter fuckers be fakin'
the funk
Yeah, uh, so many babies yappin'
talking bout a revolution like they Tracy
Chapman
Bitchin' like a motherfucker, making the
game whack
Complaining how I'm fake and how I'm
taking my race back
or forward - depends on how you look at it
Rude boy status, so bad, but damn I'm good
at it
I should've been king, cuz I open your
minds
my revelation brings truth, deliver hope for
the blind
I make a terrorist tear a wrist, prepare for
his funeral
and I'm way beyond your government's or
parent's approval
The most hated, but I know there's no
greater
Power junkie on a binge and damn I'm so
2:
Talk greezy, motherfucker, get a jab in the
jaw
cuz I ain't known to fuck around like a
blasphemy law
Come around to your town, son, I conquer
with efficient timing
and y'all should know that mushroom
clouds ain't got a silver lining
You fucking fail cuz I do the thang badder
This is first person, Duke Nukem, shooter
game swagger
Boomerang rappers getting thrown to the
dogs
I'm only nice when I'm getting dome or
boning a broad
Feel the fury of god, with the sound of my
war cry
Silly motherfuckers, keep doubting, you ALL
DIE
descendent of Genghis, I'm the master, Khan
a real chauvinistic pig, you can ask your
moms
It's the P to the A to the K to the I
Armed to the teeth til the day that I die
R to the A to the M B O
Paki Rambo in the place, what the fuck y'all
know!
It's the P to the A to the K to the I
Armed to the teeth til the day that I die
R to the A to the M B O
Paki Rambo in the place
3:
I'm the Paki Rambo, Aldo, Apache
Commando
Sambo, kick another rap to your sample
Tango with death, I'm a killer with mad soul
Lasso your neck, put my foot in your asshole
Ambush your camp, my inglorious crew
Straight bastards, brawny and stronger than
you
Take classes, learn how we got em on wax
Hit the base with a bag full of Taliban scalps
You can call it off fast, as you layin' in your
pissy sheets
Chillin' up in Cali, all the way up in the Middle
East
Adilla Deep, puttin' in my work on these city
streets
Panic as we pullin' up your skirt like a
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