Mister 786 by Alvarius B. Lyrics
I'm doin' business with a black and tan
Cause it takes my shit
His service with a yellow smile
Over the cliff a thousand miles
Under a thick soupy rain we hammered out the deal
He's got that sand nigga, no sweat, cool, steady feel
He showed me a photo of his wife and kids
And then he played me a song from his favorite film
Soft-core sexy hymn
You know where the 38 year old succubus drops in
I'm doin' some business with a black and tan
Between a foggy mirror and a swollen gland
He loved to move some ivory or tiger whiskers
Cause that dope's been rotting in the sun
He liked to move some guns
But I needed a half-ton of persian pistachios
And some imitation shark fins
Cause I got a score to settle with a Chinese dick
Who specializes in bird drool
And he killed a queer buddy of mine in Yunan last year
Over two dozen Toyotas meant for (Lacio)
Found his carcass in a freight container bound for Medan
Carved jack-o-lantern style
Wrapped up in some 'tique furniture I order once in a while
I'm doin' some business with a 786
Pickin' up stains on naked sable
Steeped in low budget, meth high, lipton yellow label
I just want to bust some shanghai pricks
Over this deal with Mister 786
Motherfuckin' Chinese sat loud and pushy
Gonna saw his legs like sticks
With Mister 786
But its a grain hustle
Corn and millet, short and clever
Shufflin' molecules with a black and tan
Towel head pocket pistol in the back of a buckin' Toyota
Spinnin' sunny through the rhododendrons
He got me inside
Now I got something to fix
Sawin' off something that kicks
I'm doin' business with a black and tan
In an overlooked warehouse
Flatbed, Indochine
Bout ready to pound an Arabian spike into a Chinese coffin and drink sweet white tea
At the poly-funerals of pricks
With Mister 786
Not everyone's a dick
Cause it takes my shit
His service with a yellow smile
Over the cliff a thousand miles
Under a thick soupy rain we hammered out the deal
He's got that sand nigga, no sweat, cool, steady feel
He showed me a photo of his wife and kids
And then he played me a song from his favorite film
Soft-core sexy hymn
You know where the 38 year old succubus drops in
I'm doin' some business with a black and tan
Between a foggy mirror and a swollen gland
He loved to move some ivory or tiger whiskers
Cause that dope's been rotting in the sun
He liked to move some guns
But I needed a half-ton of persian pistachios
And some imitation shark fins
Cause I got a score to settle with a Chinese dick
Who specializes in bird drool
And he killed a queer buddy of mine in Yunan last year
Over two dozen Toyotas meant for (Lacio)
Found his carcass in a freight container bound for Medan
Carved jack-o-lantern style
Wrapped up in some 'tique furniture I order once in a while
I'm doin' some business with a 786
Pickin' up stains on naked sable
Steeped in low budget, meth high, lipton yellow label
I just want to bust some shanghai pricks
Over this deal with Mister 786
Motherfuckin' Chinese sat loud and pushy
Gonna saw his legs like sticks
With Mister 786
But its a grain hustle
Corn and millet, short and clever
Shufflin' molecules with a black and tan
Towel head pocket pistol in the back of a buckin' Toyota
Spinnin' sunny through the rhododendrons
He got me inside
Now I got something to fix
Sawin' off something that kicks
I'm doin' business with a black and tan
In an overlooked warehouse
Flatbed, Indochine
Bout ready to pound an Arabian spike into a Chinese coffin and drink sweet white tea
At the poly-funerals of pricks
With Mister 786
Not everyone's a dick