[Verse 1]
I use to KEEP my feelings bottled up, ima voice em now, as far as
RADIO, 1/2 the joints that's out disappoint the Owl, I'm
UNDERTAKER chokeslam off the top of the Hell In The Cell
CAGE, no way to avoid the ground, you Doink The Clown

POINT the barrel, and shit ain't been the same since the gin became
VINCENT aid, binge to end the pain, sip the poison down
.i'm told I'm twice as annoying and loud when my boys
AROUND, Piss and Operate With Liquor, shit no choice but wild

BODY fulla brewwws', never took a beating
.shit i recognize his crew, where'd I meet them, tell 'em
PROLLY from the newwwws, they just cruise the street lit
.one was tweakin out his shoes, it ain't even the weekend

.making a Scene, we hot dogs bacon and beans, end up in
SERAPHIM Vape with my team dripping in Bape and Supreme, liquor intake is
ExTREME, screaming fuck the police in my Fuck The Population tee
FUCK my occupation, I ain't stopping this pace til I drop to my face man fuck

[Chorus]
.Stop got em, rock bottom, rocks at the
BOTTOM of my rocks glass, ox tabs pop em, oh
.Stop got em, rock bottom, rocks at the
BOTTOM of my rocks glass, ox tabs pop em, oh

Scuse me POINT me towards the belts I'm sure the ones from the kids section fits
.so my neck can fit, i bought my shoes alittle
BIGGER so cement could fit, bouta leave the mall I heard wait
"YOU the Owl your music hella lit", "thanks don't mention it,"

[Verse 2]
A STONE cold stunner, my bones froze til i get that
ROLLING Stones cover with my mother signed to Stones Throw
NO dose of No Doz could slow role my slumber when these
BOBOS grab the mic with no flow, I wonder if there

BOYS, lie to em, ya boys, all 5 of em, in
SIDE ya session like "that rhyme was muy, fire son,"
WHAT laughter what, butt rappers rap butt backwards
BLUNT butts scattered smoking blunt after blunt after

BLUNT, OWL gang sessions cup after cup after
CUP, livers black as fuck, hockey puck plastic, bastard
SON, on the same path his drunk dads been stuck, we
KNEW it cuz your mustache stunk, shut yo sus ass up

.15 years later my eyes on Japan flags
.lack of sleep, underneath em Gucci handbags
I ain't had a proper rest since my poppa left, fan
TASTIC, now I'm walking straight into Newark Ave traffic laughin

[Chorus]
.Stop got em, rock bottom, rocks at the
BOTTOM of my rocks glass, ox tabs pop em, oh
.Stop got em, rock bottom, rocks at the
BOTTOM of my rocks glass, ox tabs pop em, oh

Scuse me POINT me towards the belts I'm sure the ones from the kids section fits
.so my neck can fit, i bought my shoes alittle
BIGGER so cement could fit, bouta leave the mall I heard wait
"YOU the Owl your music hella lit", "thanks don't mention it,"