99 Bottles Lyrics & Chords By Slaine

Get your booze light your blunts up get your hard drugs and we doing it
I serve your ass like John John McEnroe
Put a .45 Colt to the back of your skull
Cut my finger on a razor blade bagging up blow
Hit the back door with a little stack and a ho

Yeah you heard the news
That I'm back from the grave just to murder yous
And I've been up in the streets kicking curbs in shoes
Number one draft pick with the vertical
White men can't jump nah but I can dump slugs from a shotgun pump

I come from a hood you do not come from
If you think I'm no good take a shot dumb dumb
Dummy come and try to take shit from me
Little rookie looky how the cookie's so crumby
I ain't owe the dealer or the bookie no money
I just owe it to the world cause I'm looking so funny

99 bottles of beer on the wall
99 problems and you're hearing them all
99 ways 99 lines 99 rhymes fit 99 times
Drink that sip that smoke that sniff that
Break that take that 99 bottles of beer on the wall

She asked 99 times for a sixty-nine
And love how I rhyme with a shifty mind
I told her 99 times that the shit was mine
Make it 98 the bitch was one sip behind
And if I don't make it I'mma switch to crime

But I'm leaning real hard on this gift of mine
Wouldn't you if you were spitting so sewer
Strawberry blunts with the milk and Kahlua
You're like what's he think cause a milk and Kahlua is a pussy drink
What's a dime piece worth if her pussy stinks?

I have been knocked down and pushed to the brink
I stick with the reek cause I reek of the stink
So come and take a whiff when I speak what I think
I roll up in the club take a leak in the sink
Then I bounce from the spot with a freak in a mink

99 bottles of beer on the wall
99 problems and you're hearing them all
99 ways 99 lines 99 rhymes fit 99 times
Drink that sip that smoke that sniff that
Break that take that 99 bottles of beer on the wall

I'm the cream of the crop with the schematize plot
He's back from Hell and the demon is hot
I'm a nightmare now are you dreaming or not?
Jumping out the whip drunk and I scream at a cop
Oh I don't know what you take me as

A snake in the grass or maybe I'm an atheist
But you motherfuckers scared of my crazy ass
I'll cut you up and put you in a Macy's bag
And fuck what the media thinks
I translate Sally Wong just to read to the chinks

If you don't get I'm fooling around
I'll hold your head under the water in a pool till you drown
Clutching the Uzi shoot it around
Popping your top off a beautiful sound
So when the city burns down all the looters around
Stay stuck in the fucking dirt like a root in the ground

99 bottles of beer on the wall
99 problems and you're hearing them all
99 ways 99 lines 99 rhymes fit 99 times
Drink that sip that smoke that sniff that
Break that take that 99 bottles of beer on the wall