$HROOMHEAD, $uicideboy$ - BOTTOM FEEDER$ lyrics

I'm a- I'm a- I'm a- I'm a-

I'm a $uicideboy, hundred blunts to the face
Mace maze,   No trace
With the blade, be the way
No shame in my game, no slack in my Mac
No pain, no game, got crack in a pack
White boy with a sack, fuckboy coming at you
Keep to smoking Imma tell you
What I told yo' bitch
Back the fuck up, you'll end up in my truck
Then it's back to the blunts hotboy stay lit

Pour me a fo', tag on a toe
Dead motherfucker surrounded by crows
Light up the joe, nicotine smoke
Blow it in lil'
Snow on da blow, white Curtis Snow
Young John Doe 'cause I always stay low
Hood on the heroin, lurking in bushes
They'll shoot when I say so

Shoot when I say so, countin' my bankrolls
Bitches will do whatever I
Say so probably 'cause
The strap cocked back to her head
Tell the ho, "Give me all yo' bread"
Devil's on my shoulder and he's
Stuck up in my head
Angels dead, chrome and lead
What I got for the fucking feds
Love my fans, I don't do it for the wealth
That's why I'm fucking up all my health
Hate my life, my family
Wishin' that I'm clean
But I'm stuck up in the kitchen
Water whippin' on that pot
Just to serve your pop some rock
Blood boil demonic chants and
Maybe I'll be better in a different place
Withdrawals make me ache
Body itchin' can I taper?
Bottom dweller, bottom feeder
Call me what you'd fucking like
End your life right on-site
Pussy boy wanna talk
Catch me lurking in the dark
Bullet all ready to spark
Right at your fucking wig, you a pig
You a mark, you a snitch, you a bitch
Can not compete, do not try me
Chop it up just like karate
Leave you cryin' for yo' mommy
Got my strap in the splat, ridin' real low
Dark ass tint spray at you and your bitch
Then I ride off like it ain't shit bitch