Sketch the Bottom Feeder - Taking My Time lyrics

Hey there Sketch the Bottom Feeder Drinking a little bottle of wine right now A little cheap one, little $5 bottle ‘Bout to do a lil' rapping in the closet This is what it sounds like when you rap in a closet with clothes and hangers and sh** Yo When I'm writin' a verse, I tie in the words until there's no room left between to squeeze the space The rhyme bitin' it hurts, every night it gets worse Mixing Vicodin, perks, and lean to ease the aches There's no use in fighting the urge, I have to excite and disturb the mind of the youth When I'm in the booth, I clown these hasbeens I think I might be striking a nerve I spit ‘till I can't breathe and I'm loudly gasping I spill so much ink, you'd think my pen was leaking I guess it's just something about the crowd's reaction I love it when I see the people's interest peaking For the sake of the rhyme I'm taking my time Y'all need to make up your mind, are you hip-hop or pop artists? It's easy to tell you spit for the cheddar ‘cause your sh** isn't clever You're ‘bout to wish that ya never got started That's a little one take A lil' one take one right there Might've ran out of breath a couple times but ima leave it k**ed this bottle, f** it's already done On to the next one real quick