He's Returned - South Park Mexican

I ain’t worked in two years guess who’s back

Still my old album sell like crack

Blow indo out the window of my limo

Sleeping wit my in my pillow

I really don’t give a damn who u are

Understand it u dealing wit a shooting star

Competition never heard if I hit permanent

Did I murder it, affirmative

The urban kid learning quick by earning grip

Got mo eight ball then a pool tournament

Swerven and lurvin, still cadilakin, still pack the Mack

And still by no rapkins

Drop like joranamo got piranha flow

You’d of been to young but yo mama now

I’m dip vicious never fictitious in this cause mc’s so delicious

Run away

Run for your life

He’s returned

Run away

Run for your life

He’s returned…

Like exakin get revenge

Never stop setting trends

To the level of excellence

Still, staking dead presidents

Its evident, I’m Texas sent

Whooplex get props on mesements

No referees selling cheese, enemies, memories,

Yes ory rest peace, been that way for centuries

Dead chemistry, a blessed fiend

We the men of empty dreams

My every Masterpiece influenced by street tragedies

Got family, try jakin me A lot of fun that’ll be White pasta, steak and lobster

Saut shrimp five different sauces

Crawfish, sausage, even Ostrich

Watch us run from the crack monster

Conciense, of the world that lost us My Nina roisters, wonder what to cross us Balers don’t care what u call us Living caucios taking no loses

Own my own office, got no accomplice

The thought of us just makes me nauseous

Promise mom this time its honest

Drop hits and make legitimate profit

Knowledge, from the street college

Reach for the top, just watch the copas

Imposters hate true mobsters

Cause we lost trust and we all bust