Sketch the Bottom Feeder, K-Rino - Houston Lyricists lyrics

(Sketch)
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

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 suit's
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

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