Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sir Metal Wig, artist - Chester Watson. Album song Tin Wooki, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.03.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Pow
Song language: English
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) |