Sketch the Bottom Feeder - On My TK sh** lyrics

You'll never see my team simmer down, we bash fans in the mental We got mean tempers, we hara** damage and swindle We gon breathe embers, till our last dance with our pencils Because each member, of the Thrashklan is essential Every part's unique, to each is own I keep it Dark with schemes I think it's dope I'm like a Shark I creep beneath your boats lickin my Sharpened teeth I'm deep below To get the paper my squad robs, and works odd jobs I'll never Starve I feed on beaten foes I got Lots of reasons to feel like I'm a lost cause I live at the bar I stink of drink and smoke let's hotbox Park the jeep, the reefer's rolled it's gettin Hard to breathe I wheeze and choke The cops watch keep ya nose down, cause the weed is so loud When ya spark the sweet the speakers blow, out I'm on my TK sh**, with oldie cans in each hand and three J's lit Every night I'm trippin like, why'd I sniff that white? One time I sold a bump and I felt like Freeway Rick I'm not the type to give advice, I just live my life like I don't know what the f** a weekday is I read books when sound asleep in fact that's how I Push the boundaries of rap I'm nice dude Even though I sprinkle coke on sweets and bowls I'm chiefin dro this kush is loud, I need a snack A pizza roll might do I'm drinking cold wine too I slap hands with the Thrashklan, people know my crew They know my crooks are down to thieve and stab Take ya wallet, thank ya for it and leave you ? I keep it so fly you would think I'm Iceberg Slim These b**hes tryna turn me on wishin my lights weren't dim f** em cause I serve them, nothing It's light work, pimping is so easy these hoes need me I lowkey think s** was my first sin Followed shortly by murder with knives Stock on foot, chop some wood and burn em alive They shouted even louder than I thought they would When they stopped I took their bones and ground them into powder just to make sure that they died