Sketch the Bottom Feeder - Puke on the Page ft. JC the Cancer lyrics

(Sketch) k** ‘em, I'll hurt ‘em, I'll rape ‘em, I'll strangle ‘em Choke ‘em Just beat the f**in' sh** out of her just keep punchin' and punchin' and punchin' (Why do I feel like this? I just want them to feel like I feel It shouldn't feel like that, it shouldn't get to feel like that Why do I feel like this, I don't wanna feel like this!) I try to stay calm and show patience But until I'm played on a radio station, my quotations are napalm I'll a-bomb the whole nation Just so maybe one of my singles'll get a little bit of rotation Slow pacin' around the room I wake up with a beer and then I'm drinkin' Crown at noon At six o'clock I'm back to poundin' brews I'm a menace to society, Hennesy inside of me, I'm finished with sobriety I'd rather hit the bar and binge on the cheapest beer on tap than hear y'all rap, I cringe when you spit a bar I control the flow like a navy commander The question of who's the best, Sketch may be the answer Me and J.C. the Cancer are spittin' like a couple panthers with rabies We make ‘em wanna see more like a dancer with pasties You just another lame dude, singin' the same tune You make me wanna change you like a baby in Pampers (Hook) What do I gotta do to prove I'm deranged? My speech is, like leeches that chew on your brain I don't even write rhymes, I puke on the page Read the vomit and drop an atomic nuke on the stage (x2) (J.C. the Cancer) Soon as I came out the womb, I raped Lucifer's mother I left her gashed from the gla** when I used it to cut her And bust a nut, in that s*ut without usin' a rubber And ripped her kidneys out her a** just to chew it for supper I'm a psychotic motherf**er, addicted to adderall Alcohol in my system and I gotta get another (Yup.) I haven't eaten in three days, ? and then he Slept at Denny's and askin' a b**h for B.J.'s Like he's strange, sittin' there with a clean plate Mean face, scarin' my mom and my little brother I may seem calmer than Dahmer I'm not a bummer But I'm in depression like the economy's in the gutter I envy happiness, keep getting sent to an*lysts but k**ing tracks with the Bottom Feeder is funner Done waiting for a smile like waiting for p**n to buffer I'm no longer in denial, I know I was born to suffer (Hook x2) (Sketch) My style is like a chicken, or a ref blowin' a whistle: It's foul, I seek gals like Shallow Hal Because I know the b**hes I'm bangin' are fat If a hooker weighs any less than tree-fitty, I ain't payin' for that I'd never buy a bottle of bubbly over a beer ‘Cause I'm broke as f** and I haven't been sober in years Methamphetamine's has me blowin' through lights, whether it's red or green I've never seen the better things cheddar brings I'm real ill, clinically insane I chill, and drink until, I'm minimally in pain After a pound of reefer I'm a sound sleeper I've grown more trees, and blown more leaf than a groundskeeper On shrooms I'm trippin', the room is flippin' Too f**ed up to be in public, pretty soon I'm dippin' But I can't really walk straight, so it's hard to bounce I'll spit a verse for a tallboy, a bar per ounce (Hook x2)