Lyrics Houston Lyricists - Sketch the Bottom Feeder, K Rino

Houston Lyricists

Unless you say me and K are the best alive
You’re slayin' Sketch’s pride
Your shit is killin' my buzz, like sprayin' pesticide
You swaggin' maggots wanna be fly?
Okay I got you
Pass me by, and I’ll JJ Swatt you
‘Cause my brain just ain’t the same, I’m beyond standard
And I came to change the game, like Deion Sanders
The mainstream ain’t for me, it’s plain corny
They couldn’t fuck with me participating in the same orgy
My bars are so hard biters are losing teeth
And Kevin Banks is on as Dwight Schrute, producing beats
I’m quite rude with my gruesome speech
Watch out for the white dude in the Houston streets
Listen, comin' to me is like dissin' the Missing Link
Y’all are trippin' if you think, you can rap like that too
Compared to mine, their skills with the pen stink
They’re behind with the ink, like a backside tattoo
(Hook x2)
We some dirty South Houston lyricists
You ain’t used to hearin' this, when you heard these sounds, your mind shattered
?
comprehension of our rhyme pattern
These wordy mouths got you losin' spirit quick
(K-Rino)
Hard for me to curve my nervousness
Every single word I spit gets reported to Micro Tech services
Lyin' ‘bout the thing you’ve been involved in
Fool, your job was puttin' jogging suits on mannequins in Target’s men’s
department
I wanna slap your whole rapping circle
My raps’ll hurt you worse than thirty straight bites from an alligator snapping
turtle
If you the greatest, come and show me
Plus I’m so underground, people in my own family don’t even know me
I’ll murk ‘em soon as the bastard see me
I look like a savage genie, wearin' number seven like Dan Pastorini
I don’t think you wanna try my flows
I got a list of lyrics in my library longer than Lady Gaga’s nose
I hate you and your ratchet spouse
Piss me off, I’ll fly over your hood and throw the astrodome at yo' house
All these garbage rappers we ingest
You rappers’ll sleep in a nest of scorpions before fuckin' with me and Sketch
(Hook x2)
(Sketch)
I just finished drinkin' a gallon of bleach and I’m still waiting to die
So I can go to hell and kill Satan
After my daily twelve-pack, I smoke, and do coke
I’m broke, but I’ll sell crack ‘till I’m Bill Gatein'
A pill taken and a blunt smoked, equals a smile
I’ve been deceitful and vile, brutal and evil a while
I wake up taking shots and go to sleep with bum liquor
When bitches suck my dick, I choke myself so I can cum quicker
I won’t be greedy with bullets, I’ll share a gat-full
Make ‘em fly until there’s none left, like pterodactyls
And if a pistol ain’t enough, I’ll adjust
I’ll blackjack ya, pull a twenty-two out and bust
I’ll kill your girl while she’s cooking and make you go to bed hungry
Then grab her deady body and fuck her like I’m Ted Bundy
I’m nothin' but a dirty, rotten, sick twisted bastard
The one and only altar boy that ever molested a pastor
(Hook x2)