wicked - chester watson lyrics
[verse 1]
i’m tired of eating microwave pizza
and in my mind you know i’ve been psycho sleep, jesus
leave the ladies wet like a tidal wave beating them
i alone could ba-da-bing your whole team
b-tch, it ain’t over until the fat lady sing
and i don’t see any fat ladies on my team
it’s nu age n-gg-s with the swagger that’s the meanest
colder than the naked winter spent in greenland
and yeah, i caught you red handed, better freeze it
you think you fly, i’ll shoot you down like geeses
where that mean goose, in my dreams always lucid
it got the b-tch and my two cents for no f-cking reason
and i leave my words slurring like the seasons
end of days coming soon. check it, that’s my thesis
i ain’t trying to get messy like the grease is
so if you trying to dis me you better know i down-crease ya
[break]
buddy
n-gg-s be trying to roast n-gg-s…
like b-tch, my f-cking shirt costs more than your whole outfit
what the f-ck…
[verse 2]
and like a size 12-gauge, you are basic
12-gauge your face, h-ll raised the place, b-tch
i bought some razor blades from a couple asians
i’ll keep the chinese methods to myself because they’re ancient
flesh, scalpel poking and scr-pe sh-t
on bath salts like home-made your face and
just go skate with lucas and jason
bow down now, you’re looking at greatness
waiting too long, getting a little impatient
all the sl-t m-ffins just treat him like a stray b-tch
i’m pretty fresh and you can’t belittle my placement
looking for some f-cks to give, but don’t know where i placed them
n-gg-s h-t this molly, faced towards them. stop with the g-y sh-t
tired of the bottom so to the top in a sp-ceship
didn’t want him in so i put a crop in the gape in
the picture of the n-gg-s that i be chilling all day with
[break]
‘cuz n-gg-s was being flawed as f-ck
you feel me?
nu age bro
shout out to kush cartel
[verse 3]
fresh to death so in my casket i be swagging it
chilling in a place where bad b-tches just attack my d-ck
thoughts in my head, half of you can’t even imagine them
i’m working 24/7, so don’t ask where the p-ssion is
and yeah, i’m eating grilled cheese playing xbox
chilling in some boxer briefs wearing red socks
i’m up in my own sh-t, you listen to bedrock
b-tches jerking off so i call them all hand-c-cks
words leave you in amazement like dead stock
head to the sky, eyes closed with your hands locked
spit fuego so we make a couple grands. nah
lazy when we surface so we make gl-ss with the sands hot
farmer status, yes, da vinci had a brand of dogs
i had one before, but getting jiggy with a dinner fox
hop she’s not as geezer smelling, fishy in her pants. i’m
a wicked -ss dude getting silly in the paradox
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