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the funky drunkie - sketch the bottom feeder lyrics

all i said was blah blah something something
now every fat b-tch in the county wants me
’cause the lines of the funky drunkie
are fat and dope
like a chunky junkie
i spent my days learnin better ways of phrase turning
in my nights drunk i fight punks and light skunk
as long as the world stays turning, i’m drinking heineken 5 to wine and gin and keepin j’s burnin
i don’t have a dime to spend so to fill up this pint again i didn’t pay my bills, i drink in the dark like a crazed person
after leaving the bar, i’m smoking weed in my car
pipes and bongs all night long i don’t need a cigar
as the clock tick ticks i flick bics and send d-ck pics to thick chicks
cause no matter how old i get, ima force going wh-r-s to feast upon my swollen d-ck
tryna teach a don to control a b-tch is like tellin cheech and chong how to roll a spliff:
it doesn’t need to be done, the way they stuff the weed in the blunt, is the same way i whip out my c-ck and feed it to c-nt
so properly, i’m dope awkwardly, you wack hack rap acts don’t talk to me
and not to quote socrates but i’m a pimp i can’t help it i treat these hoes awfully
i cold-c-ck emcees, b-tches i smack ’em silly
i just need a couple bucks, i ain’t tryna stack a milli
it’s no joke, i’m so broke if i see some metal in your mouth i might try to jack your filling
then use the money to burn a pack of phillies, grab a snack at chili’s and pour warm whiskey in a cold c-ke
i wanna die but no matter what i do i don’t croak so for now i’m counting on this crack to k!ll me

- sketch the bottom feeder lyrics

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