Sketch the Bottom Feeder - Goosebumps lyrics

D: We're what you call basket cases S: The wrong cats to play with J.C.: You think you're on our level but the contrast is blatant S: You b**hes tryna get a feature from the Thrashklan is like God asking Satan for a job application D: It's not happening, face it We're sick of the trends, so we're gettin' revenge Like when dogs snack on Asians J.C.: Sayin' you're rough as us is a false accusation Like Scruff McGruff claiming that he caught Patrick Bateman D: When I chug a brew and coke a sniff your crew is over with You're beyond trash, your soft raps are basic S: You think you're tough, but it's like watching a stupid sober b**h drink the cups playing water pong actin' wasted! J.C.: Tellin' me I can't have my broads trapped in basements is like tellin' Hellen Keller that she saw pa**ed the Matrix D: She's choking, deep throating My raw, gagging, taking Pubes to the lips like I've got my balls wrapped in bacon S: When I make her puke on my dick, I tell her I just want you to be beautiful b**h I know that y'all yack to stay thin D: A ruler isn't long enough, so I measure my hard dick With a yardstick even the Allah has to praise it J.C.: Ima co*k back and aim it at a blonde's rack in Vegas Cop that and make her clean my co*k after rapin' Coke and bottles help me cope with problems I'm still wearing the broken condom I contracted AIDS with S: We scare these rappers like we're ghosts and haunt ‘em Stacking their bodies in rows and columns My squad lacks the patience D: You tired hoes are gonners like fix a flat My clique attacks from planet Earth to Mars and dissolves NASA spaceships S: I chug Cognac and chase it with a strong gla** of Maker's Mark In a mason jar, ‘till it's all splashin' waves in my stomach and next thing I'm on a lawn half-awake and the sun is comin' up I'm lying in tall gra** bu*t-naked J.C.: I'll slap a chicken just for cluckin' her beak D: Duckin' the heat But with this Jigsaw mask I'm nameless f** the police, I car jack and taze pigs J.C.: They can f** themselves, like hogs masturbating D: I'm takin' a doodoo on a voodoo doll stabbed with razors ‘Cause these pop tunes got me pissed off, aggravated J.C.: If a rapper's pants saggin' like his mom's crappy face-lift I'll leave his jaw cracked, cut with raw lacerations S: I got the Ruger ready J.C.: But I'm more like Freddy Krueger with a new machete at the mall slashin' strangers S: We're performing songs, packing stages with the whole clique D: The Thrashklan even got the small a**es shaking S: People can't get enough of it ‘cause it's so sick D: These motherf**ers even find our flaws fascinating S: Hold the curtains, I'm hurtin', I think my back is breaking From the bow, because the crowd's applause lasted ages J.C.: f** picking fights, I'd rather stick a knife in a chick or guy With either s** combat is dangerous S: I'm already gettin' life, they can't sue me more So I'm at the j**elry store tryna rob, snatching bracelets J.C.: I got a groupie who*e with a bu*terfly tramp stamp She claims that she's a virgin but a ?? can change it D: I'll leave your skull gashed like Jason So fall back and save it like Osama's aspiration The Klan's bombs blast the nation