I’m Chazer

[Verse]
They call me Mr. Wazer, I killed the game
Made it to big bills cause I sealed my fate
At this point, there's only one thing that's real, my fate
There's no passion in rap anymore, well Detroit cares about it
I paint my dick black so it grows bigger than a milli pounds, bitch
My raps shine brighter than Philly and a Cool J outfit
You must be silly if you think I'm someone to play 'round with
My bars are chilly, and you think you're getting rid of me? I doubt it
My throne is being taken? I won't fucking allow it
I'm all about it, your towns shit, you're funny like a clown dick
Bitch this is the Chazer Wazer world
So don't get mad when I grab a girl
I'm more dumb then when rappers spell
I won't stop until I have a L
I'm outta luck so I'll stab a well
If you think you're coming for my throne, you must be retarded
I drink four pints of JD and still have a Sharpe head
I'm so crazy I call my whip a car bed
Oh fuck, I mean I drive while sleeping
My eyes seen sheep say hi all while peeping
I don't even know what the fuck I'm saying anymore
My dick swings like when I seesaw
I need three whores just to live, actually I need four
When I kill the game you'll need an ambulance to go ne-naw
Then eat dinner, main course first
Because I've been backwards since the day I was born
I set fire to your front lawn, eat corn and beat my meat to porn
I grew up wearing my bro's pre-worn clothes cause my mum was a dirty whore
At my core I still live at number 21 door
Shelley place was the place for this adorable dumbass
I rip of a puppies paw and cum hard
Now it's time for the fun bars
I hate queers, fags, homo's and gays
Rape them in the ear, grab eight goats and kill Jay-Z on Dre Day
Mayday mayday, I need a vacay, get paid a lot on payday
Cause I made a lot, like eighty eight mil last Tuesday, mate
My bars are clean cause I've got OCD
You can't cope with me, even ghosts feel me
What happened? The entire world has gone so PC
Clown, my bars are must see and you're just crusty
A thrown is what you wear after I say your bars are rusty
Like a car in the rain, I leave your girl tired and wet
Yet, I go so hard I leave your bitch red like a book, period
I'm a cunt so I fuck a girl called Paige and brag about my real big head
Nah, I ain't talking about the one that has roots
I'm talking about the one I use for planting seeds
You see, men? I'm doing all sorts of nasty deeds
I'm bananas so I won't stop until her cherry bleeds
Film you on an apple phone and I've got more green than a bean
I'm always growing so just call me protein cause I've been a pro since I was a teen, bitch