Wicked

[Verse 1] 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 [Break] Buddy Niggas be trying to roast niggas... Like bitch, my fucking shirt costs more than your whole outfit What the fuck... [Verse 2] 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 [Break] 'Cuz niggas was being flawed as fuck You feel me? Nu Age bro Shout out to Kush Cartel [Verse 3] 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