Sketch the Bottom Feeder - Charles Bukowski lyrics

When I got my goons around, we chug brew 'till we drool Shootin' some pool, lookin' for a poon to pound The tunes are loud, the bar is cloudy When the moon is out, I'm Charles Bukowski f** a b**h, I'm really a bad dude I swear it Such a prick, you would think I never knew my parents I'ma shoot the sheriff after I roll this Marley Kids are tryna join the Klan but they don't know me hardly If you poke and taunt me, I'll give ya loss of breath The official cause of d**h is choked by dog leash ? in my pistons, I'm mixin' coke and coffee I'm sniffin' and sippin', I can't control my heartbeat I could make you slit your wrist with a disc, like f** battle rappin' I'd rather throw bows as I duck jabs, I'm scrappin' I'm so broke, if I don't blow then it's oh no! But with a little luck, that'll happen