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normal nights - sketch the bottom feeder lyrics

(back and forth conversation)-
yo what’s up man, what’s goin’ on bro?
what up sketch?
the f-ck you doin’ bro?
nothin’ man, where the f-ck you been at?
dog i been drinkin’, i been, on somewhat of a binge i got some sh-t to tell you man
i got some sh-t, i swear, hold up, i don’t even know where to start
aight let’s hear it
alright man, it was a couple nights ago actually

the other night some sh-t occurred that was so bizarre
i decided to show my face at the local bar
i kept drinkin’ till i was a stumblin’ clutz
then i told a couple of sl-ts to suck on my nuts
one of ‘em said she’d be glad to, it was easy goin’
we headed back to my place, and i let the sleezy hoe in
a minute after talkin’ to me, she pulled out my c-ck and blew me
guzzled up all of my sp-nk and then hawked a loogie
she said it was chalky, chewy and sour
and a thousand dollars was her rate for half of an hour
i said “f-ck that! i hit hoes for free”
then she pulled a gun, that’s how sh-t goes for me
i reluctantly paid after gettin’ punched in the face
and pistol whipped by the b-tch, the sh-t f-cked up my day
“i want you to stay” i said to the leavin’ hoe
even though the head wasn’t worth all of my bread

-ha, you got played!
i did, f-ckin’ played myself fool
it’s all good though, she was fine as f-ck
$1,000 for a bl-wj-b?
nah, she wasn’t that fine
dog i ain’t even tell you about friday yet though
what happened friday?
i f-ckin’, i was drinkin’, as usual
i had a f-ckin’ beer, i had a couple whiskeys, i think
i had some vodka

and next thing i know i’m hammered
no c-ke or pepsi mixin’ ’gnac and whiskey
enamoured, tryna stroke a s-xy vixen actin’ frisky
mackin’ briskly, i’m itchin’ to screw soon
if she ain’t about it, i’ll ditch a b-tch and pursue poon
switchin’ from blue moon to chuggin’ mad coors
i’m gettin’ super sloppy, huggin’ fat wh-r-s
i go behind the bar, grab a mug and tap ?
ya see me spill it, refill it then re-spill it
i broke a bathroom mirror and i hear a lady b-tchin’
the manager’s yellin’, tellin’ someone to 86 him
but i refuse to listen, i ignore ‘em and dance
thanks to booze, i’m p-ssin’ on the floor in my pants
meaningless my efforts are rendered
i’m not tired, but i’m close like a car fender
lonely and h-rny at the end of a hard bender
i swipe the only b-tch left, the ugly bartender

-dog, you need to chill with all that drinkin’ sh-t
i know fool, but that’s what i’m gettin’ at though
sat-rday night, i did not have a single drink
bullsh-t! you tell me you did not have one drink?
no, sat-rday night, i did not have one drink, listen to this sh-t

it was a normal night, i was chillin’ alone at the crib
everything was goin’ good ‘till i opened the fridge
and there wasn’t a brew in it
i don’t think i can cope with the sh-t, i check the clock and i got
two minutes to get to the gas station
next thing i know, i’m drivin’ fast, racin’
i swerve, hit the curb, then i park and i run in and look at the clerk
he could tell that i’m desperate, this b-st-rd better sell me a beverage
he pointed to his watch and he shook his head
my heart sank, and i took my bread out of my pocked
told him i didn’t need it, i pleaded
but he couldn’t understand the english i was speakin’
i just want a drink, now i’m learnin’ a new language
this indian f-cker’s got me turnin’ into a racist
while he was gibberish spittin’ and tellin’ me nothin’
i considered committin’ a felony; i’m bluffin’
i haven’t had a beer all night
at this point, i’d even settle for a smirnoff ice

-yo, that was one of the worst nights of my life, i swear
you’re an alcoholic fool, chill. let’s go to denny’s or some sh-t, i’m hungry
dog i can’t go to denny’s, you ain’t hear what i did to that waitress?

five minutes after pinchin’ the waitress’s booty
i’m on my knees in the bathroom stall, tastin’ her coochie
it has a nice flavor, but it smells weird
f-ck it, i just drank twelve beers
so i savor, every minute of lickin’ the wh-r- c-nt to crack
i said, “you want me to kick in your door, front or back?”
she said “front or back, but not in the -ss. right away and by the way, do you got any cash?”
i said “nah b-tch, now take this raw d-ck”
she said “aw sh-t!”
i said “enough talkin’!”
i stuck it in her as if that would quiet her down, then i tried to pick her up
but she was the size of a cow
fat as f-ck, and tatted up
f-ck it, her uterus was loose as sh-t, so i told her to suck it
i grabbed a handful of her curly locks, then came on her face and gave her a swirly to wash it off

- sketch the bottom feeder lyrics

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