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Chester Watson - Carnie Dos Lyrics

[Intro: Chester Watson]
Hey Sarah-
I know we haven't talked in some weeks
But, you are basically the base of anything that I can think of
Whenever I think of dope, I--

Wait a second...
I don't even fuck with Sarah no more

[Verse 1: Chester Watson]

I'm writing with my mind cause my fingers are now arthritic, I'm leaving alone the pen, my position ain't criticism
Watch this magic trick, just know that getting lifted is my magician
I ripped it and then I stitched it
You snitching, and now I'm dipping
These gremlins is in my kitchen
They giving out too much Ritalin
In need of my attention, but I'm chiefing like I'm an Indian
Greatness is in the making
Guru in Nu Age the genesis
We must be alchemists because we are creating the synthesis
Rolling with different gems and it's stolen, but who could give a shit?
Mowing through the garden, then I'm trolling with Colored Ninjas
Bitch
Rolling round with my nigga friends, bowling down by the ginger kids
And try and fuck with me? I ain't your friend, I'm your nemesis
No we aren't a gang nor' do we dance or walk this cryptic shit
I don't care about the fame, I just want a little grip to spend
My steeze is too slick, have you tripping like you slipped in it
My nickname should be Rick, 90 spiff, I say I'm hipster bitch


Yo
Chester Watson, killing it, here we go, Carnies

[Verse 2]

You can buy love, but you can't buy talent
We're fouler than old cow meat in a rusty chalice
I'm cranking up the power to devour all you sour chicks
This tower has an hour before it showers on her big flower tits
The beat's howling, has your ears cowarding out on the wave shit
It's like nitro going psycho
Nu Age is stealing whips and then we're testing them
With a little hydrolic synthesis
News is getting gruesomer
Ask all the sinners
Well, Chester reps Lucifer
The Nu Age is as winners and
Spitting like a crab has a hold of my tongue
I'm shitting like I sat a bag of laxative in my stomach
No weapons, but I guess that we are all gunning
My pits be kinda musty, those chicks be kinda busty
I can't be a wolf so I'm a Siberian Husky
Are you guys lucky or was that rusty nail not supposed to truck me?