Chester Watson - Hobo lyrics
[Chester Watson - Hobo lyrics]
Exhaling too much smoke so
My body is staggering, lagging
Like a fat bitch when she sees
A table full of snacks
Snickers bars, Skittles, Paydays and Kit-Kats
You try to look down on me but
I have the shit that you lack
And my flow is Naginski plus
My swagger is classy
Walk down the street but
My journey is protracted
As a matter of fact bitch
I'm a hobo on Saturdays
I've smoked weed, but I want to try crack
So I can get addicted to
It with the first practice
Get slapped by a girl and
Pop her back like elastic bitch I'm rape
You're just sexual harassment
Sick like a fucking premature calf born in
The winter near the polar ice caps
I cut off the high
But first I had to stab it
Like I had a butcher knife
And a rubber halloween mask
I am Isaac Newton
If you fumble with my balls
Then there's no going back
You can touch on one and
Cause a chain reaction
We can play a sex game
As long as it's satisfactory
You can live in my hobo dystopia and
You don't even have to ask me
But if you do you're digging
Yourself a starvation casket
Cause this life is for the fallen
Not those with flower baskets
My bed is a bench, my pillow is grass
Guys play the pranks so my cover
Has tacks in it and
Dinner is always leftovers
Feed them from the trash
An eight of butterfingers and
A half eaten catfish
Swag us the fuck out we're and
The Nü Age and teenage anarchy
Yo, our flows are so beast they
Could slice a grain of
Sand in half, with their two front teeth
Swag