Sketch the Bottom Feeder - Moe's Tavern ft. Yung BooL lyrics

(Sketch & Yung BooL) YB: Compared to me, there's no man fly Like a drone captain I'm so damn high, chillin' at my home rappin' In the garage next to daddy's Ford And me and Sketch are goin' back and forth like we're phone taggin' S: You want it to, but it won't happen I'll smoke a blunt or two and get the chrome clappin' and punish you You h*mo f*gs been on my dick too long ‘Cause ya know I spit too strong YB: The outfit fits you wrong, it's no fashion I'm up at Moe's Tavern sippin' a Duff with Home' I might Stuff my bone into the muff of a stoner chick She's bluffin' if she don't want the dick S: I gave a homeless b**h three pennies and had her huffin' and puffin' Blowin' my stick like a candle out Then I took her to eat Denny's And still, at the end of the night, her hand was out YB: A dismantled child, that's what you'll end up The way I rip these kids apart And when I spit, it's art It's a marvelous sight, when my bars are just right After a marvel of light follows a spliff that sparks S: When I spit the smart flows, I hit the charts Read about me hoes This coke in my nostril got me bleedin' out my nose f** it I'm strokin' a hot hoe Smokin' a lot, so I'm chokin' on pot smoke