Wicked lyrics

[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
b*tch, it ain't over until the fat lady sing
And I don't see any fat ladies on my team
It's Nu Age n*ggas 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 b*tch and my two cents for no f*cking 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
n*ggas be trying to roast n*ggas...
Like b*tch, my f*cking shirt costs more than your whole outfit
What the f*ck...

[Verse 2]
And like a size 12-gauge, you are basic
12-gauge your face, hell raised the place, b*tch
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 sh*t
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 sl*t muffins just treat him like a stray b*tch
I'm pretty fresh and you can't belittle my placement
Looking for some f*cks to give, but don't know where I placed them
n*ggas hit this molly, faced towards them. Stop with the gay sh*t
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 n*ggas that I be chilling all day with
[Break]
'Cuz n*ggas was being flawed as f*ck
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 b*tches just attack my di*k
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 sh*t, you listen to bedrock
b*tches j*rking off so I call them all hand-c*cks
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