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sketch the bottom feeder - mama's tamales lyrics

(sketch)
this is your least favorite rapper’s least favorite rapper
and me and my man deloosion ‘bout to run a train on this beat
i’ma let him stick his lil’ d-ck in the loose coochie, and i’ma f-ck this stinky little -sshole
yo

i take a swig of whiskey, it’s warm in the flask
i’m performing the task of gettin’ drunk vigorously
i hit the skunk and walk into a store in a mask
like it’s completely normal to ask a pig to frisk me

(deloosion)
a jimmy? b-tch please, come take this raw
but if you make my soft weewee grow in your mouth then it’s gon’ break ya jaw
sike my d-ck is little
i just want some attention, attemptin’ to get some p-ssy from spittin’ riddles

(sketch)
when i stick my middle finger up, attacking back is feeble
i won’t stop fightin’ for my freedom ’till crack is legal
once i grab a needle you’re dead meat
i’m movin’ in my bed sheets from havin’ wet dreams of stabbin’ people

(deloosion)
the new bad and evil, that’s funny
since we seen enough wanna-be slim shadys ima change my name to fat sunny
and sn-tch money from every artist who’s buzzin’
i’ll meet you in the street and slap you just to start a discussion (hi!)

(sketch)
this carc-ss i’m f-ckin’ used to belong to a guy that knocked on my door askin’ if my faith was strong and if i wanted to join his church
now the mormon moron’s a dead f-ck doll thanks to his pointless words

(deloosion)
the noise you nerds make in the booth is a mess
so if you see two silhouettes it’s deloosion and sketch with a noose for your neck
in 2015, you cowards with big dreams couldn’t spit fresh with a mouth full of listerine

(sketch)
i’m loungin’ with sick teens in the i.c.u
sayin’ sins can die and soon let me inside your poon
i’m cruel ‘cause i’m a s-d-st but they say it’s not polite to do
but then i grab the mic and poof! it’s cool to be a rapist

(deloosion)
whether you jewish or a satanist
christian or catholic, p-ssin’ off a black b-tch won’t be why y’all fall victim to a ratchet
when these pistols get to blastin’ they run faster than usual
even your tough chinese friend, who’s a black belt in judo

(sketch)
i never mack on a cute hoe, my b-tches have deformities and warts
and a stomach that’s unfortunately enormous
her p-ssy looks like a burger with extra lettuce
you’d think she was resurrected, lookin’ like she was formally a corpse
(deloosion)
(i heard order in the court!)
before she could hit me with life a c4 exploded
i disappeared in the blink of an eye
now i’m livin’ inside a cave like osama bin laden
survivin’ off decomposing bodies and mama’s tamales

- sketch the bottom feeder lyrics

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