Yo this is your least favorite rappers least favorite rapper
And if youre listening to this
I want you to do me one favor
And just shut the f** up!
Cause if you talk when i play my jam i leave you cold and stinking
Its like if Aberman popped some ecstasy and rolled in lincoln
Driving slow cause its stolen
Drinking whisky straight
Making money under the table like a hooker on a frisky date
Ill chug a 40 and stumble into church grab the mic and start preaching the gospel
Mumbling the words till im so drunk im loosing my balance
I'll shoot you in the eye with a 45 call it Houston to Dallas
This f*ggot said i couldn't rap so i beat him with a wooden bat
At least he said i was good at that
Theres no debating
When im 80
Ill be locked in cuffs
I treat my pistol like a lady
I give it the co*k and bust
Im either coughing up blood or cheifing the rillow
I hit the tree so hard im crying im climbing a weeping willow
If you happen to have a swisher or a philly on ya
Ill buy the weed if you supply the sweets like willy wonka
Im sneaky
I creep in the shadows
And Im freaky
I sleep with the fat ho's
Im lying when i say im keeping the gat close
Im the Bottom Feeder
Don't do it (x2)
My landlord stays starting beef
I became a man who*e to pay for my apartment lease
Take a sh** on every cop car parked in streets
Im a sick f**
I love b**hes that fart and queef
At night im seeing red
?? in the dead
Silence in my head
Violent images are playing im laying in bed smiling
My advice is to chill
The higher im getting
The fire im spitting is melting the ice in my grill
Im nice and im ill
Rappers are byson I'm Bill
Im slitting throats
When they bleed out
Im slicing them still
Like I had a license to k**
Acting wild ill crack your smile
Ill put a black and mild out on your wifes face and smack your child
There's carcuses stacked in piles in my room
It smells like a tomb
I tried spraying perfume
But it stinks so bad im about to bury them in my front yard
For now to cover up the smell I hit the blunt hard
(Hook)
I roll blunts burn them and pa** turn them to ash
Fall asleep and have dreams of earning some cash
When i wake i get baked
I stay burning papers
My ash tray had so many roaches i called an exterminater
Im a drunk with no ends drinking cooking wine
I turn my back on my friends like i got a crooked spine
Until im old and withery
Ill be bringing it with cold delovery
Like the pizza man took his time
I damage crews after slamming brews
You think i can't battle drunk
Then stem to Grahm and loose
Its too late to back out punk
Jamming tunes when im black out drunk
If im not surely i will be
Immortally ill
Eternally doomed
Sick with it
Find me in the emergency room
With an IV in my vein pumping taaka vodka
What color is it?
Clear!
Grab the defibrillator and shock the doctor
(Hook)