Sir Metal Wig - Chester Watson

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)