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