Chester Watson Sir Metal Wig
Dispatch terabits, hot raps' Everest
Dude got mega nigga knaps, hella arrogant
Corrupt Youth, collab, cap black eggish print
Riding on the pegasus, chilling like a parasite
Savior of introspect, blogs say I'm heaven-sent
Frogs in the fog hear clogs from the Arabs in
Awe he's a heretic, lost in his hair of tin
The hermit told me to be cautious, the air is thin
Awesome, now I'm in the car sipping paraffin
Jet fuel, look at me, ma, I'm the pharaoh peacock
Sit, eat vaginas out with some chopsticks
Pop then kick her out my house on some MOB shit
AUX in then I start writing
Withhold it from the public until I believe it's lightning, he's only a teen
Frightening, now I'm in the game and the vice grip's
Tightening, don't know my real name but they write snips
Haven't been here long so I claim this exciting
But after a while you see the fame ain't quite shit
So I'm just painting, making music
And every bar is sick like I've written it all with mucus
Scribbles still calls me fruitless, so that's just who he is
Skating 'til the sun goes down or the bruins rip
Check 'em, I cop another pair no flex
Way I see it, if you got no dough, no stress, right?
I'm too pretentious, follow me to the trenches
Sit back, watching demonic scallops eat the Grinch
Shit, catch me at ease in a pair of Adi Eases
Chilling in the murdered out, audi let the burglars out
Now he takes the further route back to the city
Bring the flask and the fiddy with, bask in the grittiness
The mellow fellow is crowned as hella devilish
Now you've met the man that is renowned as Sir Metal Wig (haha)
