Bottom Of The Barrel

Verse 1: I’ve always started out as weird kid There are some things I did that made go on the grid Don’t get me wrong I do like a good roasting But save your ammunition before you start boasting About what I do and who I really am I’m getting blood red like Yosemite Sam Don’t piss me off like your Bugs Bunny Your actions against me are not even that funny But hey we all like to take the piss off each other; Especially the time that Aspie fucked your mother But when I start spitting you better duck for cover Especially if you’re a standalone same sex lover A shy person like me shouldn’t say shit If you lived my life would you continue or quit With the mask off people see me as a weakling You keep hearing it while your soul keeps on bleeding Chorus: Bottom of the barrel You’re the scraps on that gravel Bottom the of barrel Is life too hard to handle Bottom of the barrel Hearing your bones start to rattle; You’re looking up at something that you can’t tackle. (x2) Verse 2: I just want a meteor to hit us like two Sumo’s wrestling Still wonder why I’m here when God is still testing Hearing the bad goes in the world is deafening Some people enjoy their life while others think it’s depressing I see children in Africa on the television Feed the poor not the war is that a hard decision Why do they need our money for free water I would adopt many to save them from the slaughter Time to time I like to sit back and cry Is life worth living when all your loved ones die I’ve been to more funerals than weddings Let’s face it there is no fountain of youth we’ll all have the same endings Still I question how the fuck did I get here I guess it’s all luck when we go do we disappear Or will God be there waiting for me Will I be sent to hell forever sucking on the Devil’s BBC Chorus: Bottom of the barrel You’re the scraps on that gravel Bottom the of barrel Is life too hard to handle Bottom of the barrel Hearing your bones start to rattle; You’re looking up at something that you can’t tackle. (x2) Verse 3: People still ask me why the name Battler The name says itself but I’m just a rapper Why don’t you take off the mask give us a reveal; I’ll say that I wear this mask for more than my appeal Once I take it off then closest will know me And through that I’ve done in music they’ll think I’m a phony Trust me homey the rap game is no joke If you do the wrong thing then you will be shot up or go broke I went in this industry for a reason I never went in to do shady shit or any treason I still feel like my veins are still poisoned I still want to make every emcee moist and I want them to think that I’m not here to fuck around I ain’t talking about clothes, jewellery or seizing the crown I want to grow past my time having ASD I’m a tell them like Cube you can’t fuck with me But I won’t be out here stomping; Best believe that there will be fuck you’s dropping I’m saying it to everyone that’s fucking breathes If you’re locked up with me then nobody leaves They say the first in is the best served If you’re my enemy then you’re going to get what you deserve I’ve already had enough of these fucking bullies If you want me then come and get this cookie I’m more than ready to destroy these pussies But odds are stacked against thanks to the bookies If you’re in the ring don’t dog it like Mayweather You can’t beat me if you haven’t got your shit together I’m just living life for no fucks and a whatever I’m not hear for the news line header You better leave me alone when I squirm and squeal Don’t ask me if I’m ok you don’t know how I feel Chorus: Bottom of the barrel You’re the scraps on that gravel Bottom the of barrel Is life too hard to handle Bottom of the barrel Hearing your bones start to rattle; You’re looking up at something that you can’t tackle. (x2)