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Correct Carnie Dos Lyrics
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[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?
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