Sketch the Bottom Feeder - The Bottom Feeder lyrics

Yo this is your least favorite rappers least favorite rapper And if youre listening to this I want you to do me one favor And just shut the f** up! Cause if you talk when i play my jam i leave you cold and stinking Its like if Aberman popped some ecstasy and rolled in lincoln Driving slow cause its stolen Drinking whisky straight Making money under the table like a hooker on a frisky date Ill chug a 40 and stumble into church grab the mic and start preaching the gospel Mumbling the words till im so drunk im loosing my balance I'll shoot you in the eye with a 45 call it Houston to Dallas This f*ggot said i couldn't rap so i beat him with a wooden bat At least he said i was good at that Theres no debating When im 80 Ill be locked in cuffs I treat my pistol like a lady I give it the co*k and bust Im either coughing up blood or cheifing the rillow I hit the tree so hard im crying im climbing a weeping willow If you happen to have a swisher or a philly on ya Ill buy the weed if you supply the sweets like willy wonka Im sneaky I creep in the shadows And Im freaky I sleep with the fat ho's Im lying when i say im keeping the gat close Im the Bottom Feeder Don't do it (x2) My landlord stays starting beef I became a man who*e to pay for my apartment lease Take a sh** on every cop car parked in streets Im a sick f** I love b**hes that fart and queef At night im seeing red ?? in the dead Silence in my head Violent images are playing im laying in bed smiling My advice is to chill The higher im getting The fire im spitting is melting the ice in my grill Im nice and im ill Rappers are byson I'm Bill Im slitting throats When they bleed out Im slicing them still Like I had a license to k** Acting wild ill crack your smile Ill put a black and mild out on your wifes face and smack your child There's carcuses stacked in piles in my room It smells like a tomb I tried spraying perfume But it stinks so bad im about to bury them in my front yard For now to cover up the smell I hit the blunt hard (Hook) I roll blunts burn them and pa** turn them to ash Fall asleep and have dreams of earning some cash When i wake i get baked I stay burning papers My ash tray had so many roaches i called an exterminater Im a drunk with no ends drinking cooking wine I turn my back on my friends like i got a crooked spine Until im old and withery Ill be bringing it with cold delovery Like the pizza man took his time I damage crews after slamming brews You think i can't battle drunk Then stem to Grahm and loose Its too late to back out punk Jamming tunes when im black out drunk If im not surely i will be Immortally ill Eternally doomed Sick with it Find me in the emergency room With an IV in my vein pumping taaka vodka What color is it? Clear! Grab the defibrillator and shock the doctor (Hook)