Botton Feeders

Let my orange d**k spit I got a dog named Kubrick, it's obvious I like his flicks Filming 'em with human chicks, if that's a sin Let him poke this white bitch Kim for coke Outside of a bar until I switched in Breaking her in like new Tims in a robbery Take a culture of my spit's culture and spawn a colony 'Smell Like Teen Spirit'? Grab a shotgun and feed us My LP street, they shaking up Columbine High cheerleaders Dipping in two seaters that ain't mine So many sick a*s letter combinations I peg rhymes Blew my EC advance on a PC and grams DC and PS2 games, grow lights and plants Crops done by the time the cops come Car jacked this pregnant Indian for a Datsun Blaze a building to catch a rap magazine You wanna talk shit and not get f**ked up? That's a fagot's dream Yeah, you know how we comin' With the looters, solicitors, unwanted visitors Nickel bag misdemeanors, bottom feeders Moochers, bleeders, breeders and sleepers Yeah, you know how we comin' With the looters, solicitors, unwanted visitors Nickel bag misdemeanors, bottom feeders Moochers, bleeders, breeders and sleepers Hey yo, I'm just as broke as when I had no deal I'm not too bright, my brain's like oatmeal I used to be label mates with Shaquille O'Neal Now I get my d**k s*cked in the Batmobile I live in Long Island, with a house of retards And illegal aliens that need green cards I'm a rap legend to little weird white kids That carve shit in their arms like I don't wanna live I'm the original, dirty, white gangster Rhymer Perverted rhyme writer We dirty old men, you can't trust us See us finger popping your daughters in the back of school buses Rugged Man Hairy baboon Catch me at the MTV awards jerkin' off in the bathroom Cage, Eon, Mighty Mi, why try? Remix this shit Put it back out when I die Yeah, you know how we comin' With the looters, solicitors, unwanted visitors Nickel bag misdemeanors, bottom feeders Moochers, bleeders, breeders and sleepers Yeah, you know how we comin' With the looters, solicitors, unwanted visitors Nickel bag misdemeanors, bottom feeders Moochers, bleeders, breeders and sleepers I'm so depressed, I'm doing whippets for hours 'Cuz I realize I'm less popular than what's happening now was There are women in pits in my basement My trophy Morgana's tits in a gla*s encased man Like my sidekick Gary Highnick I'm still banging the Thai chicks Plus, I'm high, bitch, Eon rains, f**k it, E hurricanes You a cold front that's seen on every weather vane I got a storm more perfect than George Clooney Thinking y'all scary, y'all ain't even Goonies E eases through the scene that's serene And drops the illest shit any latrine has ever seen I have no left or right ventricles that's why I laugh When cops pull out with both tentacles, the beast lives among us And I cause a reaction similar to what seeing your mother hung does Yeah, you know how we comin' With the looters, solicitors, unwanted visitors Nickel bag misdemeanors, bottom feeders Moochers, bleeders, breeders and sleepers Yeah, you know how we comin' With the looters, solicitors, unwanted visitors Nickel bag misdemeanors, bottom feeders Moochers, bleeders, breeders and sleepers