Chester Watson - Phantom lyrics

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Chester Watson - Phantom lyrics

[Intro: MF Grimm] Trapped on a planet of pain and perpetrators That you call Earth but I call Hell's equator [Verse 1: Chester Watson] Yo, being hella brash is the swag bruh Sittin' back and im gettin' a** in Nebraska Different flask in a different cla** rolling gra** up Nu Age only spitting facts no whack stuff Yeah, that's how we do it no taxin' My n***as comin' through and we slashin' with axes Bag a fine chick, back tats and an accent n***as tryna 'lab I'mma ask where the racks is Uh, cause we don't do this for free Im zoot and I'm starved and a dude gotta eat No clockin' out, workin' all day; no sleep Bring the block out, t**n' all day, that sh** hot That's why we never asks where the streets went Dude slangin' trees more cheese for the defense K-F-C, two piece, hella greasy Little slop, but you see a dude still eatin' A dude still chiefin' cause the rules don't matter Don't need any beef cause 'em tools go splatter, rata, tata Shootin' bullsh** it'll come back whizzin' your drawers get splattered Where I'm from any n***as wearin' j**els gettin' snatched up All about the C.R.E.A.M every fool got back up Can't hear Jesus cause the weed is loud as Mack trucks Phantom all black and the volume to the max Doin' drive by's so they don't know where we at All you hear is tires, click-clack, booms of the gats No cure for the madness, so it's like cancer Bumpin' “It's a hobo” just became the d**h anthem The whip fouettin' like a dancer Is she paying blant up and get slanted Disrespect the fam' I'mma have to back hand ya And n***as be hatin' they hella mad cause I'm handsome Gold Phantom, rancids aren't random Kidnap the game and hold it with no ransom A ghostly flow, we hang clothes with no hanger Music without me is like dark with no Manson n***a just snuff 'em, and leave they nose flarin' Slow motion, that's a board with bad bearings People in awe, my God, just keep 'em starrin' I like my fishes Pacific so I copped a red herrin' From the bottom, light totes with no handles African Sheppard im leadin' goats with no sandals n***as stay sellin' they soul for most stamina Don't invite yourself Im the host with no manners, b**h [Outro: MF Grimm (Earth)] Trapped on a planet of pain and perpetrators

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