Wicked - Chester Watson

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

Bitch, it ain’t over until the fat lady sing

And I don’t see any fat ladies on my team

It’s Nu Age niggas 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 bitch and my two cents for no fucking 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

Buddy

Niggas be trying to roast niggas…

Like bitch, my fucking shirt costs more than your whole outfit

What the fuck…

And like a size 12-gauge, you are basic

12-gauge your face, hell raised the place, bitch

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 scrape shit

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 slut muffins just treat him like a stray bitch

I’m pretty fresh and you can’t belittle my placement

Looking for some fucks to give, but don’t know where I placed them

Niggas hit this molly, faced towards them.

Stop with the gay shit

Tired of the bottom so to the top in a spaceship

Didn’t want him in so I put a crop in the gape in

The picture of the niggas that I be chilling all day with

'Cuz niggas was being flawed as fuck

You feel me?

Nu Age bro

Shout out to Kush Cartel

Fresh to death so in my casket I be swagging it

Chilling in a place where bad bitches just attack my dick

Thoughts in my head, half of you can’t even imagine them

I’m working 24/7, so don’t ask where the passion is

And yeah, I’m eating grilled cheese playing Xbox

Chilling in some boxer briefs wearing red socks

I’m up in my own shit, you listen to bedrock

Bitches jerking off so I call them all hand-cocks

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 glass 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 ass dude getting silly in the paradox