Bottom Of The Barrel Lyrics

I’m rap’s Wesley Snipes smashing the barricades

My past is so dark and bloody they tried to cast me to play Blade

He looks like a bum. I can’t believe the way he lives

Is he really the chosen one? Morpheus said of course he is!

I’m so poetic I confuse me while holding loose leaf

Whose fanatic rhymes and lyrics still tend to lose me

I lose sleep, It’s the afternoon, around two thirty

Gotta hurry and clean up before I go and do these dudes dirty

I wouldn’t want to try me, I have indiscriminate vengeance

So if I were you I’d be real careful who I’m friends with

Because I can get in the booth, go through your crew and wreck them

I aint a homo, but I can see yall are clenching your rectum

I’m the monster in every fairytale they tell ya

Who’s going postal to mail to ya male genitalia

From the uncircumcised swine of those that crossed the line

By signing industry puppets we all know can’t rhyme

Rorshax is the very best

Of the bottom of the barrel

At the top of a watchlist

And ignored by billboard

Rorshax is the very best

Of the bottom of the barrel

At the top of a watchlist

And ignored by billboard

I’m a child so ugly he was abandoned by his mother

But now untouchable like the mark of Cain after he murdered his brother

My rhymes come from the Hart. I say it with my chest

I’ll rip your eardrums apart as far as the east is from the west

I get love from God above and I’m hated by Satan

Stomping the head of the serpent in boots created with snake skin

Yeshua is my savior. I don’t have false idols

But I’ll wage jihad on the false God of my rivals

No one can ever do a better job than God did

But my success was so impressive even the prophet Muhammad applauded

Ahmadinejad still owes me a favor

And I’ll cash in if Hip Hop doesn’t pay me my paper

I’ll go nuclear and leave every edge of Earth’s global region

Praying for salvation to whatever demon they believe in

Tis the season of heathen coming to kill me then

But the dead seeds sown by my haters will leave them Grim Reaping

Rorshax is the very best

Of the bottom of the barrel

At the top of a watchlist

And ignored by billboard

Rorshax is the very best

Of the bottom of the barrel

At the top of a watchlist

And ignored by billboard

I surf the airwaves like a magic carpet rider

Passing gas on Jasmine while I eat a camel spider

Get the number to the coroner and start calling him

Seven billion people on the planet and I got bars for all of them

I’d trade gold bars for black gold, but Prince Abdullah went and gotta

Animal doctor to remove my medulla oblongata

Now I’m a genie in a trash can with garbage and dirty diapers

Rub me the wrong way and I’ll give you three types of hepatitis

I’m an animal! And the only reason I’m this vicious

Is because the government gave you Kool-Aid and you thought it was delicious

Lady Liberty was adulteress with terrorists

Nine hundred eleven of them had Uncle Sam’s fingerprints

Now I’ve got a life where the feds constantly accost me

Trying to take me out like Gaddafi in Benghazi

I rhyme so heavy I fall to the bottom, but I’m in luck

M-Eighty and Crumbzilla had the balls and muscle to scoop me up

Rorshax is the very best

Of the bottom of the barrel

At the top of a watchlist

And ignored by billboard

Rorshax is the very best

Of the bottom of the barrel

At the top of a watchlist

And ignored by billboard