(Sketch)
k** ‘em, I'll hurt ‘em, I'll rape ‘em, I'll strangle ‘em
Choke ‘em
Just beat the f**in' sh** out of her just keep punchin' and punchin' and punchin'
(Why do I feel like this?
I just want them to feel like I feel
It shouldn't feel like that, it shouldn't get to feel like that
Why do I feel like this, I don't wanna feel like this!)
I try to stay calm and show patience
But until I'm played on a radio station, my quotations are napalm
I'll a-bomb the whole nation
Just so maybe one of my singles'll get a little bit of rotation
Slow pacin' around the room
I wake up with a beer and then I'm drinkin' Crown at noon
At six o'clock I'm back to poundin' brews
I'm a menace to society, Hennesy inside of me, I'm finished with sobriety
I'd rather hit the bar and binge on the cheapest beer on tap than hear y'all rap, I cringe when you spit a bar
I control the flow like a navy commander
The question of who's the best, Sketch may be the answer
Me and J.C. the Cancer are spittin' like a couple panthers with rabies
We make ‘em wanna see more like a dancer with pasties
You just another lame dude, singin' the same tune
You make me wanna change you like a baby in Pampers
(Hook)
What do I gotta do to prove I'm deranged?
My speech is, like leeches that chew on your brain
I don't even write rhymes, I puke on the page
Read the vomit and drop an atomic nuke on the stage
(x2)
(J.C. the Cancer)
Soon as I came out the womb, I raped Lucifer's mother
I left her gashed from the gla** when I used it to cut her
And bust a nut, in that s*ut without usin' a rubber
And ripped her kidneys out her a** just to chew it for supper
I'm a psychotic motherf**er, addicted to adderall
Alcohol in my system and I gotta get another (Yup.)
I haven't eaten in three days, ? and then he
Slept at Denny's and askin' a b**h for B.J.'s
Like he's strange, sittin' there with a clean plate
Mean face, scarin' my mom and my little brother
I may seem calmer than Dahmer I'm not a bummer
But I'm in depression like the economy's in the gutter
I envy happiness, keep getting sent to an*lysts but k**ing tracks with the Bottom Feeder is funner
Done waiting for a smile like waiting for p**n to buffer
I'm no longer in denial, I know I was born to suffer
(Hook x2)
(Sketch)
My style is like a chicken, or a ref blowin' a whistle:
It's foul, I seek gals like Shallow Hal
Because I know the b**hes I'm bangin' are fat
If a hooker weighs any less than tree-fitty, I ain't payin' for that
I'd never buy a bottle of bubbly over a beer
‘Cause I'm broke as f** and I haven't been sober in years
Methamphetamine's has me blowin' through lights, whether it's red or green
I've never seen the better things cheddar brings
I'm real ill, clinically insane
I chill, and drink until, I'm minimally in pain
After a pound of reefer I'm a sound sleeper
I've grown more trees, and blown more leaf than a groundskeeper
On shrooms I'm trippin', the room is flippin'
Too f**ed up to be in public, pretty soon I'm dippin'
But I can't really walk straight, so it's hard to bounce
I'll spit a verse for a tallboy, a bar per ounce
(Hook x2)