Sketch the Bottom Feeder - The Funky Drunkie lyrics

All I said was blah blah something something Now every fat b**h in the county wants me Cause the lines of the funky drunkie Are fat and dope Like a chunky junkie I spent my days learnin better ways of phrase turning In my nights drunk I fight punks and light skunk As long as the world stays turning, I'm drinking Heineken 5 to wine and gin and keepin J's burnin I don't have a dime to spend so to fill up this pint again I didn't pay my bills, I drink in the dark like a crazed person After leaving the bar, I'm smoking weed in my car Pipes and bongs all night long I.don't need a cigar As the clock tick ticks I flick Bics and send dick pics to thick chicks Cause no matter how old I get, ima force going who*es to feast upon my swollen dick Tryna teach a Don to control a b**h is like tellin Cheech and Chong how to roll a spliff: It doesn't need to be done, the way they stuff the weed in the blunt, is the same way I whip out my cook and feed it to c*nt So properly, I'm dope awkwardly, you wack hack rap acts don't talk to me And not to quote Socrates but I'm a pimp I can't.help it I treat these hoes awfully I cold-co*k emcees, b**hes I smack em silly I just need a couple bucks, I ain't tryna stack a milli It's no joke, I'm so.broke if I see some metal in your mouth I might try to jack your filling Then use the money to burn a pack of phillies grab a snack of chillis and pour warm whiskey in a cold coke I wanna die but no matter what I do I don't croak so for now I'm counting on this crack to k** me