Sketch the Bottom Feeder - Rain ft. JC the Cancer lyrics

(J.C. the Cancer) Yo Demon acrobat, hell I'm walkin' the tightest rope Screamin' f** God ‘till I get hit with a lightning bolt Human dynamo, I'm dynamite when behind the mic I'll slice a dyke and trade her a Mic & Ike for a line of coke A word is a word, what the f** makes a word different? I set fire to churches and f**in' burn scriptures My thoughts turn twisted I'll stick my dick in twin midgets and I'm rapin' ‘em an*lly if they play with me I'm makin' it clear: you'll get sodomized through the rear b**h get down like the Columbine shooter's here I'm new to queers, give those f*ggots vasectomies And sh** on their tombstones, never can let ‘em rest in peace And while you're fast asleep, I'm finna crash your dreams Just ‘cause I have to pee, then dance like Master P I'll make your cranny bleed and leave her p**y burning Like the twin towers or lit sour Rapin' her a** and while she bleed cum I'll be takin' a bath in Charlie Sheen's blood You know my atheist a** isn't a mean thug Just a Satanist pedophile who never smiles Rain, gentle rain Summer rain Can intoxicate my brain Insane, maybe so, but I'll go (Sketch) f** the radio tryna deny cursin' Why can't they understand I'm not a nice person I wanna die but I need to live long enough to k** enough to make this f**in' life worth it I ain't certain this is a sure win, real talk I got your girlfriend tryin' on silk bras I give ‘em a squeeze, ooh baby that feels soft I bet it feels even better with your skin peeled off Of course what I got in store's gon' ruin your day, cheap who*e I swing swords with Deloosion and J.C I'm morgue with horrorcore, so move out the way before You get torn up like the poodle in Beijing It's foolish to face me, place your bets I'm best I'm sure you've heard it said that Sketch is a brutal insane beast When b**hes tell me they feelin' extra fresh I just say ya don't spread your legs, the booty's the main feast But I'm aimin' for the tongue when I jizz, then when I'm done with the b**h I hit the lab ‘cause the music I make speaks to the youngest of kids I got ‘em under a bridge, we're less than vets in exchange for some soup and some baked beans I'm a connoisseur who considers sewage a great drink With a bunch of stupid spitters, my crew is a regime