Sketch the Bottom Feeder - Houston Lyricists ft. K-Rino lyrics

(Sketch) Unless you say me and K are the best alive You're slayin' Sketch's pride Your sh** is k**in' my buzz, like sprayin' pesticide You swaggin' maggots wanna be fly? Okay I got you Pa** me by, and I'll JJ Swatt you ‘Cause my brain just ain't the same, I'm beyond standard And I came to change the game, like Deion Sanders The mainstream ain't for me, it's plain corny They couldn't f** with me participating in the same orgy My bars are so hard biters are losing teeth And Kevin Banks is on as Dwight Schrute, producing beats I'm quite rude with my gruesome speech Watch out for the white dude in the Houston streets Listen, comin' to me is like dissin' the Missing Link Y'all are trippin' if you think, you can rap like that too Compared to mine, their sk**s with the pen stink They're behind with the ink, like a backside tattoo (Hook x2) We some dirty South Houston lyricists You ain't used to hearin' this, when you heard these sounds, your mind shattered ? comprehension of our rhyme pattern These wordy mouths got you losin' spirit quick (K-Rino) Hard for me to curve my nervousness Every single word I spit gets reported to Micro Tech services Lyin' ‘bout the thing you've been involved in Fool, your job was puttin' jogging suits on mannequins in Target's men's department I wanna slap your whole rapping circle My raps'll hurt you worse than thirty straight bites from an alligator snapping turtle If you the greatest, come and show me Plus I'm so underground, people in my own family don't even know me I'll murk ‘em soon as the ba*tard see me I look like a savage genie, wearin' number seven like Dan Pastorini I don't think you wanna try my flows I got a list of lyrics in my library longer than Lady Gaga's nose I hate you and your ratchet spouse Piss me off, I'll fly over your hood and throw the astrodome at yo' house All these garbage rappers we ingest You rappers'll sleep in a nest of scorpions before f**in' with me and Sketch (Hook x2) (Sketch) I just finished drinkin' a gallon of bleach and I'm still waiting to die So I can go to hell and k** Satan After my daily twelve-pack, I smoke, and do coke I'm broke, but I'll sell crack ‘till I'm Bill Gatein' A pill taken and a blunt smoked, equals a smile I've been deceitful and vile, brutal and evil a while I wake up taking shots and go to sleep with bum liquor When b**hes s** my dick, I choke myself so I can cum quicker I won't be greedy with bullets, I'll share a gat-full Make ‘em fly until there's none left, like pterodactyls And if a pistol ain't enough, I'll adjust I'll blackjack ya, pull a twenty-two out and bust I'll k** your girl while she's cooking and make you go to bed hungry Then grab her deady body and f** her like I'm Ted Bundy I'm nothin' but a dirty, rotten, sick twisted ba*tard The one and only altar boy that ever molested a pastor (Hook x2)