Will Darkness - Chester Watson

I know how you feel

We all feel like that at times

Only I warn you mademoiselle

Do not allow evil into your heart

It will make a home there

Yo.

So I’m in the forest with a broke ankle

While daughter bear pours porridge

But I swear that it didn’t do shit for my hunger

And so I’m still starvin', still pondering pot it is, carvin'.

Ballet slippers

indented with more than real arches

Mind’s eye shreikin' and sharper than six steel archin'

And I related to him but I’m still the ville’s larvae

Trapped in the wilderness call me Will Darkness

Fortune got sanctioned by a curse that led me to believe

That I’m eviler than the first match that classified

The Devil’s rebellious army as Fallen and the

Stone monsters is still callin' my name

Print cursive and always spill margins

It’s a shame that the tall shamans are still bawlin' from

The bad critiques that they all got from the drill sergeants

Figure so sleek his pockets could feel larger

Than a 5 bar clan that’s mockin' the Ill’s armour

No. No. No fuck that

Not with it, hot meta jams just to talk

Spittin' Ox with his prophetic plans

At least in the Chinese Zodiac, flow so heavy

Pickpocket it, it will throw you back out the window with the Narcotic in the

forty sack, a quarter is like a quarterback

He more hoes than the mustang wrench

The swish been worked like a bloodstained branch

World scream when I get hurt but the cut stays red

Well if I bled that, pneumatic anatomy so it sheds black

Yeti make-up, the veteran’s lace gut ruptures

Rap faggots get mad hattin' for fake lustre

Probably spit Busta as venom as a cliché

And I wish bitch trip because her weed free

Steve J, iPhone moments that he get replayed

Mind is my mountain, is golum

Donuts with weed glaze