Sketch the Bottom Feeder - Nothing Left lyrics

Hey miss ya don't happen to swallow do ya? Oh ya do? Hallelujah I got a few bucks but I guess I'll have to settle for the head if a bl**job is too much Sike, I need you to stop a new one? I bark and chew s*ut my co*k is lubed up But it probly wasn't even really necessary cuz I'm willing to bet ya that twat is loose huh f** a b**h, hip hop's my new love She's giving me the opportunity to see the rotten future I'll be full of grief if I flop and lose her From a very young age they gave me pills I feel like I was taught to use d** Now every day is, full of the same sh** No wonder I stay pissed off my mood s**s The truth is for the past few years I've been so goddamn mad Ever since I lost my dad I forgot about all I had That's why when I'm talkin to ya You hear it in my voice I got the juice bruh Feelin like 2Pac or true thug But you people ain't used to Houston dude who's music ain't chopped and screwed up I hold the mic like a knife in my hand, I fight for the clan, but not the klu klux We in the streets and we need to eat I'm thinking me and D about to rob a food truck I, feel real powerful I got a hoe when we chill she'll count my dough It only takes her minute cause I'm so broke but she's still with it cuz I'm still ill Cowards know not to f** with Sketch I k** until I got nothin left and I wanna catch it so bad it's like I'm on a hunt for breath On the real it feels like someone punched my chest I must confess I had a bunch of stress but now I'm under less I'm still such a mess I've never had much success but you can trust I'm best at this now let me give my lungs a rest