Damacha - Yetti lyrics

[Verse 1: Chester Watson] So I'm high as f** And probably out in London, at the Royal, watching practices for pas de deux I'm still high as f** And diving in the pious, starting riots, let the fire snuff Lungs mellow, clouds, and the lighter, I spark it Got homies that have seen more lines than a Hyperdunk Get it? I'm on time for the rising And if I'm online bet a dime that I'm writing While the plot's thickening, liquor shots quickening Hopscotch into the drop docks with a million s**ers foregut, sizzle, reluctant to pluck fiddle sticks Little dick n***as erupting for Dutch brittles Clean as the villain is venomous, rekindling Chilling with the clutch, take a puff, let the dutch kiss him But he the Dutch man, black Darth Vadar sh** No DJ but first person watch the fader switch Baking up, relaxing in a green hat Brash on my shadow lord tip, so you can mother f** your feedback And tell 'em take his head, he don't need that Guillotined but his memory's never leaked, fact Please, lean back like it's 04 Got a steam pack, gas sh** is so loco Going harder than paparazzi for close photos The US is debating the kamikaze to ochos But I don't f** with these n***as I got the whole sect to cover, why f** with these n***as? Just cause I'm stuck with these n***as? Bucked and a buck-fifty, slipping Mind is sharper than rationalizing cutlery, usually not But she bat her eyes cause she loving me, I asked her She didn't deny, so I grabbed her thighs cause she's lovely Corrupt Youth has been satanized with bu*tons Wooki getting nookie, no cut, never sanitize the muttons, G But that's just how it is, strike like paladins And k** 'em all before the white knights invite cowardice Chilling with a Valerie, showing her where valor is Beat it, leave, and then ricochet to the alley The demon who dares to face Zeus, hey, at the outing Them dudes say, "Just look at her booty, it's astounding" Check, he's with a smooth, sly h**ne June bug finish, two puffs so the snare'll hit More Ds, potent chlorine causing ? cleanse Out of bud, so the white papes got a narrow twist To 'em, it's inherent I need a therapist Cause sharing is caring and apparently I could spare the wits Aliens, oh my gosh, I'm a paleontologist Get the gist of what I say but never get what I meant When I said that I had spent all of my grip To go and get more cause money earned is just money flipped, son Brag about a b**h, but you get none Brag about your sh** and get hit up The models flock, but the throttle pop No iPhone, got an Android with a OtterBox It s**s to s**, but I don't really even use it I never pay attention, I'm too busy with the music Or I'm high as f** And writing gold on the iPod, no Midas touch He fortified and people fear him like he Horus eye Morphing to the lord, black sword and porcupine Roofless, ruthless, Almaic and fruitless The new kid, but he archaic with usage Scarface of the future, but I been chilling with Shakespeare We eating a parfait at Hooters Scarf it down, now I'm parched, where's the juice New rules, no peace, foul play's in the zoot, b**h