Sir Metal Wig

Dispatch terabit's, hot raps' Everest

Dude got mega nigga knaps, hella arrogant

Corrupt Youth, collab, cap black eggish print

Riding on the pegasus

Chilling like a parasite

Savior of introspect

Blogs say I'm heaven-sent

Frogs in the fog hear clogs from the Arabs in

Awe he's a heretic, lost in his hair of tin

The hermit told me to be cautious

The air is thin

Awesome, now I'm in the car sipping paraffin

Jet fuel, look at me, ma

I'm the pharaoh peacock

Sit, eat vaginas out with some chopsticks

Pop then kick her out my

House on some MOB shit

AUX in then I start writing

Withhold it from the public until

I believe it's lightning, he's only a teen

Frightening, now I'm in the game

And the vice grip's

Tightening, don't know my real name

But they write snips

Haven't been here long so

I claim this exciting

But after a while you see

The fame ain't quite shit

So I'm just painting, making music

And every bar is sick like I've

Written it all with mucus

Scribbles still calls me fruitless

So that's just who he is

Skating 'til the sun goes down

Or the bruins rip

Check 'em, I cop another pair no flex

Way I see it, if you got no dough, no stress

Right? I'm too pretentious

Follow me to the trenches sit back

Watching demonic scallops eat the Grinch

Shit, catch me at ease in a pair of Adi Eases

Chilling in the murdered out

Audi let the burglars out

Now he takes the further route

Back to the city

Bring the flask and the fiddy with

Bask in the grittiness

The mellow fellow is crowned

As hella devilish

Now you've met the man that is

Renowned as Sir Metal Wig (haha)