Mac Lethal - Bottles lyrics

[Sample] "Don't play with me cause you're playing with fire" [Intro] Talk to me Judas. Talk to me Judas. Talk to me Judas [Verse One: Mac Lethal] I should've listened to the gall and the opinions of y'all Cause listen, y'all is just a bunch of bricks in the wall Holding up my imaginary palace A pinch of salt to the open cuts and I'm deficient with flaws I'm like a winter time grizzly bear Itchin' for a fish or a puppy makin' prints with his paw Or a hungry baby kitten with claws Scratching up the couch wishin' you'd call Stacking up the clouds in a sense just to Climb myself to Abraham's bosom I blossom like a fire colored rose from the grey but it's crooked I came and I took it away from the wooden faces to paint it I shouldn't I should've shaken seven shades of Heaven's grays Before they replicate the Section 8's in twos Giving money to collection plates, confused And then I...and I realize it tastes like tangerine skin Hands on the clock couldn't hammer me in Pick a side, suicide, homicide Punch deep through your dragon shield Fornicate with your fate and we split a wagon wheel So listen to the rhythm when the trouble comes Slither like a minister, imprison the cumbersome I know that's simply condescending I'm Prozack sniffling, gender and genre bending [Hook: Mac Lethal] {x2} And that's how the bullsh** burns Sittin' on the corner and I feel like I'm nothing but a germ I gotta get a bottle of the fire my friend I gotta bet a bottle of the fire my friend