| 歌曲 | Bloody Murder (Nacho Picasso) |
| 歌手 | Blue Sky Black Death |
| 专辑 | Euphoric Tape III |
| [Verse 1: Nacho] | |
| How we're out the county? Kush up in a brownie | |
| Bastard from a basket, mama wish she never found me | |
| Wish she would have drowned me, I grew up hella rowdy | |
| Piper then she hound me, now she hella pouty | |
| ******* I'm 'bout it 'bout it, should have never crowned me | |
| Nacho P B*******D, this must be like round three | |
| Since I am the *******t, I'mma write this one on Bounty | |
| My head hella cloudy, Robert *******' Downey | |
| Jr., Seau, but you can come around me | |
| Like my belly button, I'mma cop an Audi | |
| I'll be kicking out teeth, I be sticking out B | |
| 2 Chainz smoking, drinking like an alky | |
| I'm a perfect stranger, my dealer look like Valkie | |
| Plus your chick just gave me your house key | |
| Pistol in my slim fit, don't be a ******* dimwit | |
| Hit you with the 40 cal., you'll wonder where your limbs went | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 2: Nacho] | |
| Put your baggage down, why you so intense? | |
| Call her Barb Wire, cause she been on the fence | |
| Bad guy, hooligan, I am not a gent | |
| Smoke a whole quarter - well, waste not a cent | |
| ******* loose ends, rob you for your food stamps | |
| Spitting rude raps, Nacho is the new champ | |
| I'm a gangster, gone baby gone | |
| Bald head, rubbing palms | |
| Getting my baby on | |
| Feds copping bones, getting the safety on | |
| Short *******ed *******s, mad that their lady gone | |
| I preach free love, so who they hating on? | |
| Period came late, well who it waiting on? | |
| Hella sugar, Kool-Aid mixed with Avión | |
| I be ma*******ng on these hoes, pour the gravy on | |
| I think I'm gorgeous - matter fact, I'm radiant | |
| I'm public enemy, so who you think you flavin' on? | |
| [Hook] |
| Verse 1: Nacho | |
| How we' re out the county? Kush up in a brownie | |
| Bastard from a basket, mama wish she never found me | |
| Wish she would have drowned me, I grew up hella rowdy | |
| Piper then she hound me, now she hella pouty | |
| I' m ' bout it ' bout it, should have never crowned me | |
| Nacho P B D, this must be like round three | |
| Since I am the t, I' mma write this one on Bounty | |
| My head hella cloudy, Robert ' Downey | |
| Jr., Seau, but you can come around me | |
| Like my belly button, I' mma cop an Audi | |
| I' ll be kicking out teeth, I be sticking out B | |
| 2 Chainz smoking, drinking like an alky | |
| I' m a perfect stranger, my dealer look like Valkie | |
| Plus your chick just gave me your house key | |
| Pistol in my slim fit, don' t be a dimwit | |
| Hit you with the 40 cal., you' ll wonder where your limbs went | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 2: Nacho | |
| Put your baggage down, why you so intense? | |
| Call her Barb Wire, cause she been on the fence | |
| Bad guy, hooligan, I am not a gent | |
| Smoke a whole quarter well, waste not a cent | |
| loose ends, rob you for your food stamps | |
| Spitting rude raps, Nacho is the new champ | |
| I' m a gangster, gone baby gone | |
| Bald head, rubbing palms | |
| Getting my baby on | |
| Feds copping bones, getting the safety on | |
| Short ed s, mad that their lady gone | |
| I preach free love, so who they hating on? | |
| Period came late, well who it waiting on? | |
| Hella sugar, KoolAid mixed with Avió n | |
| I be ma ng on these hoes, pour the gravy on | |
| I think I' m gorgeous matter fact, I' m radiant | |
| I' m public enemy, so who you think you flavin' on? | |
| Hook |