Chester Watson - Hobo lyrics

NOT FINISHED YET, PLEASE ADD MORE LYRICS AND CORRECT THE ONES THAT ARE WRONG Yo I'm a firebreathing dragon Exhaling too much smoke so my body is staggering, lagging Like a fat b**h 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 sh** that you lack And my flow is Naginski plus my swagger is cla**y Walk down the street but my journey is protracted As a matter of fact b**h , 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 b**h I'm rape, you're just s**ual hara**ment Sick like a f**ing 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 s** 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 gra** Guys play the pranks so my cover has tacks in it and Dinner is always leftovers, feed them from the trash An eight of bu*terfingers and a half eaten catfish Swag us the f** 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