Sketch the Bottom Feeder - Filthy Spitter lyrics

Before the end of this verse, I'll bet you gag With every sin it gets worse, Sketch is too bad It's not fun anymore, it's just gross My fever's 104 but my blood's cold You can pray and try and summon the Lord, it won't help much though I'll run in a store and punch folks I've never won an award, I don't give a f** though I've never wanted it more, I must blow Light the skunk with a torch and bask in the Dutch smoke If I'm drunk on the floor, just let the lush ? A whole bunch of us poor, hopin' our bucks grow Until I'm chunked in the morgue, I'll cut throats Disturb ‘em with grotesque rhymes, I'm a filthy spitter If every person that I met died, I'd still be chipper I'll be perfect in my next life, I'm a guilt-free sinner Searching for the next vice that'll k** me quicker I said I'm searching for the next vice that'll k** me quicker I already got liquor and cigarettes Now I need somethin' new So the d**h of Sketch can really come true