Chester Watson
The Circus
[Verse 1: Jerry The Fisherman]

Three hundred bars I'm running down
Prison goon I'm a king play the game mob style
Slug shots swallow down, all I need is my squadron
Put you on the dreams, have a motherfuckin' ere sound
Put a bitch down after lifting up her night gown
Use to be a nice town, till I caused a pandemic
Swiftly turnin' evil, excuse my symptoms schizophrenic
Not afraid to cause a plague, me and Marvin rule the planet

[Verse 2:]

Ain't a stain on me n***a
My growlers insertion
Hit for a tide in collision
And raw till its missin'
Wait like its rumble, and I smoke till I stumble
And the say I ain't humble, super plain in the trouble
Fought like I'm hiding for life, sick as aids till I die, hell rotten' in hides
Maybe maple at night and a villain in disguise I spit a pen stroke to line
And wait for days till six inline, and pills saves the pain to rhyme
And makes a shade of red in eyes
A pack of whole riddance, fist till your all relish
And sick cause its all green but color cause its psychedelic
The far bite token
And fright lights broken
Till the night sky folded with my eyes wide open