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dead possum - sketch the bottom feeder lyrics

f-cking with sketch, you’re gonna lose a lot of teeth
i k!ll so much, my hoe bruised mahogany
i screw the hottest tings and my mood’ll often swing
i end it with ‘em and hit ‘em with brutal honesty
my youth was hard on me, i was a super awkward tween
at school they caught a g eating p–p and quaffing pee
it sucked at lunch ‘cause all of them fools would mock and tease
and just because i talked to my food like aqua team
the demon has arrived with a gruesome flock of sheep
i’m screaming at the sky “f-ck deuteronomy!”
one of these days i’ll be making stupid guap indeed
but until then, all of my dude’s will rob and thieve
sketch, j.c. and deloosion, that’s a ruthless squad of three
like if o.f. smoked meth, my crew’s the oddest team
it ain’t nothin’ for my boots to stomp on dweebs
i stay down, all i do is bottom-feed

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i used to f-ck anything that moves (hold still!)
now i f-ck a few things that don’t
so, when i’m gripping grain and i see roadk!ll
i pull over and i lay down the bone (chill!)
i don’t sleep in my own bed often
but i sure feel right at home when i’m banging and swinging from lane to lane with a dead possum
while i work the wheel, the critter’s giving me dome

i get lucky less than most but this one summer
i met this junkie let’s say i’ve had none funner
she was in a sl-tty dress, lookin’ like a c-m dumpster
no matter what she says, we’re gonna get some supper
i’ll give her my yucky present right after she rubs lumber
“do you really love me sketch?” i told her her c-nt stunk worse than
a rotten bl–dy mess then i jumped up and b-tt-f-cked her
you’d think she had gumby’s legs, a lil’ yoga does wonders
i smoked so much, i fell in my pool then i sunk upwards
i drank so much the previous week, i was hung under
i yell loud enough to scare away and hush thunder
but i scared myself, and checked the pulse on my blood pumper
i been scared of dying since i was a dumb youngster
now i’m scared of dying broke so i’m trying to touch numbers
get yo’ purse sn-tched, i hate to burst gats
but for the paper i’ll make ya take a dirt nap
and awake from mud slumber

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i hate to see a person breathing, so don’t disturb the demon
i don’t need a certain reason to squirt and leave ’em squirming, bleeding
my girl is cheating, and it hurts, i’m grieving
got me cursing jesus, what i’m ’bout to do to her, believe it’s sure indecent
i’m just a worthless heathen, i don’t deserve or need friends
if this earth would please end all our lives, once that occurs, i’m leaving
all this purp i’m chiefing got my urge to cease them jerks increasing
pop a perk and begin lurking, creeping through the burbs, i’m thieving
the songbirds are singing, chirping, cheesing, smirking, winking
i got ’em flirting, teasing, twerking, freaking, slurping s-m-n
i tried to make this verse comedic with these words i’m screaming
pure, unique absurdity when you’re just bringing circus freaks in
i let the liquid courage lead and i follow it, swallow it
i’m wallowing in bourbon, drinking got me burping, stinking
i feel my serpent squeezing, purty please observe my p-n-s
b-tch, i got the girth of three men, now inside your skirt ya creaming

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- sketch the bottom feeder lyrics

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