Wicked

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
 The 18th song on Chester's album Phantom. The beat comes from the music that plays in "The Wizard of Oz" whenever the Wicked Witch shows up.
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