Papamitrou - Black Bottles lyrics

[Verse 1] Yo, you don't wanna cross my path man i'm so cryptic People try and f** with me but I don't f** around with gross b**hes I'm so wicked and so twisted, got no business f**in' hoes, b**hes, and snortin' coke 'till my nose twitches Man f** that 'thug life' I ain't rollin' with no stupid gang I'm my own clique, and i'm blowin' up like a bazooka bang You don't even wanna know what the f** I do to lames- Who step up to me trying to f** around with these useless games Chuggin' these black bottles Rose to Champagne These f*gs wanna blow up there's no way, what a damn shame I'm so f**in' high that i'm miles in the sky And i'm like a pilot on tracks, and b**h i'm bout to land planes All of y'all motherf**ers should know that I'm a beast man Slaughtering so many rappers they askin' for a peace plan Beating me? Man you f*ggots gettin' the least chance Got you drippin' from sweat like a motherf**in' grease pan [Chorus] Chuggin' these black bottles, man i'm gettin' cross-faded And you all hate it, cause you know that i'm gon' make it All of y'all jealous cause you know that all of y'all basic Every small statement I say makes you go all crazy Chuggin' these black bottles [Verse 2] Yo, you don't wanna cross my path i'll leave you opened up The type to run around the country naked screaming 'Vote For Trump' The type to start smokin' d**, 'till my eyes are swollen shut I'm a guy that you can know and trust, to f** up your entire flow of blood That's right, i'm a maniac I'll roast f*gs, and grill chickens And don't forget that I have broke backs and k**ed children And I will not stop until i'm at the top charts Man, i've been eating rappers while you were eatin' some pop tarts Do not start, with me name a rapper as hard as me My words can f** up your lungs and start blockin' your arteries So remember that if you step to me you'll get your face mased I'm in great shape, for someone who's a motherf**in' space case Got some k**er lines i'm about to start smackin' your face with Ready Or Not is here b**h i'm back in the basement I'll say it again, don't f** with me or die in a strange way That's how the game's played, nobody's messin' with AyJay [Chorus] Chuggin' these black bottles, man i'm gettin' cross-faded And you all hate it, cause you know that i'm gon' make it All of y'all jealous cause you know that all of y'all basic Every small statement I say makes you go all crazy [Verse 3] Yo, you don't wanna cross my path, smokin' bongs of frosted gla** Walkin' paths to greatness while other f*ggots are talkin' trash I'm a psycho, have you heard of a serial k**er? I can be nice but I think that my murder material's iller Wearin' red shorts, smokin' dope of the best sorts Wreck who*es, then k** 'em and start rapin' the dead corpse Everyone should know that i'm the f**in' best, kid AyJay is here so all you MC's gettin' your neck slit Black Bottles