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sketch the bottom feeder - a cracker lacking cheese lyrics

i play the game so sick with the mic
they call me pimpin’
yeah i’m rippin when i bust like a lip in a fight
the worst b-st-rd in h-ll always been this mean
i write a verse after an l call it an m16
when i smash your b-tches blame it on astrophysics
they gravitate to the stars and leave with -sshole st-tches
after i stretch them out
yall know what sketch about
to spit all the rhymes in my mind i’d need an extra mouth
when i pull out my rhyme book and write
i’m good with verses but not the chorus i’m used to getting off the hook i’m white
plus i’m broke
i’m just a cracker lacking cheese
never stacking g’s
just attacking these wack emcee
i’m smacking jacking thieves
biters i don’t f-ck with
i’m packing heat like i got lighters in my luggage
i’m so dope but there’s really no hope if i drop i’ll get fewer sales/sails than a rowboat
i rock and kick sh-t
while you’re kicking rocks
i scare you to death when i put the chicken in the box
like tyson
but it’s like i’m tyson fighting
the way you won’t throw hands
you’re too chicken to box
you’re biting when you hear this, cause when i’m in your ear it’s
like i’m god to you
there’s a holy feel to my lyrics
these so called fans
only deal with appearance
that’s why we’re seeing rappers that are wack charting
y’all dance and rap hardly
i stall plans when i put down more 16’s than a frat party serving tall cans
there’s a small chance
i’ll never die
and be a legend live and eternally test existence
but whether i
do or not i’ll never in fact know
for now i’m edging on compet-tion impressing critics
when sketch is spitting
bob your heads and listen
i’m one of the best
i’m giving y’all the definition of a rap flow
this is the calm before the storm
i’m a night owl with a white towel in my palm with chloroform
when i’m rhyming i channel within and let my inner demon ramble
when i mdurder i make sure to leave a s-m-n sample
i light bud and drink a bud lite
if it doesn’t quench my thirst
i think your blood might
you’ve never heard a doper hater
they call me sketch cause when it comes to lead
i draw quickly over paper
i’m 24 and i’ve never wanted money more
being broke’s a h-ll of a motivator
i don’t need either
blunt or joint
fumes cloudy
i consume brownies
like i’m tr-mm-ng hedges i’m a weed eater
i’m the bottom feeder
lurking in the depths like a sea creature
f-ck a free feature we can talk price
when i put it on wax and record it
you think jackson and jordan
met medusa’s gaze the way i rock mics/mikes

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