BOTTOM OF THE BOTTOM

[Verse 1]
Bitch I'm 'bout to pop up out this coffin
With 100 sticks
Each of them is silenced
And the clip it holds 100 tips
Saw 'em at the knees
If they really think that they running shit
I hate everybody, you muhfuckas can suck a dick
Face tatted up with a scythe
Wanna fight?
Wanna die?
Got my Glock
And I'm not aiming down the sights
I'ma squeeze
And you bleed
Leave him leaking in the streets
I'ma—I'ma—I'ma—I'ma—I'ma murder everything
Death to a fake bitch, there's no conversation
Grip 'em by the throat
Then put the blade up in they face quick
Hey kid, you should really know I fucking hate this
Acting like you love me
Then that pussy fucking lane switched
All you rappers pussy
And I put that on my mama
I'ma send you to the bottom of the bottom
If it ain't about the commas
Ion want the fucking drama
You ain't poppin' how I'm poppin'
Tell me get him then I got him
Yeah yeah
Got me fucked up bitch
Yeah I run this shit
Hollow tips packed up in my gun, lil' bitch
Where you come from bitch
You ain't shot no shit
I ain't got no fucking vest up on the block, lil' bitch

[Chorus]
I've been feeling crazy
'Cause my mind won't let me sleep
I just pray for fucking peace
When I be rhyming on the beat
I'm about to fucking snap
And say fuck it, leave him deceased
And if you understand me
Pussy then nod and tell me capeesh

[Verse 2]
'Cause all these lil' bitches
Wanna talk, talk, talk, talk
You should turn around
And fucking walk, walk, walk, walk
Dance around the problem
Yeah they waltz, waltz, waltz, waltz
Cockin' back the Glock
And it go pop, pop, pop, pop
Stop drop roll
Don't fucking tempt me
'Cause I'll take your soul
I'm feeling manic and I'll lose control
Smoke your ass just like I smoke this bowl
So fucking let go
Ride around the town
Choppa chop you like karate kid
Skirt off in the whip
I'm feeling like I'm Ricky bobby bitch
Talking like he tough
But he's a Call of Duty lobby kid
Rob you for your money in your wallet
If you got it kid
Tryin' me I'm not the one
I'll leave you in the fucking dirt
Bitch I'm riding shotty
Let the devil whip the fucking hearse
Blade up in your stomach
Wipe the blood off on your fucking shirt
Voices in my head
Are telling me this life a fucking curse
Everybody talking but never walking the walk
Now you're lifeless in the road
And your body outlined with chalk
You will never catch me lacking
I'm working around the clock
I'm focused all on my money
So now I dont wanna talk

[Chorus]
I've been feeling crazy
'Cause my mind won't let me sleep
I just pray for fucking peace
When I be rhyming on the beat
I'm about to fucking snap
And say fuck it leave him deceased
And if you understand me
Pussy then nod and tell me capeesh