Race You to The Bottom - New Medicine

A-get out, of my way

Ain’t no motherfucker gonna steal my thunder

No, no way

I’m all pissed off I’m gonna take you on, no

Come-on come-on come-on, come on right now

Takin takin takin taking you down

Then we out when the guns run out

When the drugs run out, when the guns run out?

Hell Bells, Infidels all part of my crew, all part of my crew

We’re bad motherfuckers and we’re looking for you

Drinking forties all night, and just so you know

We all wanna know how l-low can you go

I said woah, race you to the bottom

Woah, race you to the motherfucking

Bo-ttom, if you got a problem

Love to help you solve them, race you to the bottom

Said hey, who’s there

Who’s next on my list, gonna get a big fist

And no, I don’t care

And I don’t feel sorry that it’d come to this

(Gimme that gimme that gimme that bottle)

(Gimme that gimme that gimme that bottle)

Hell Bells, Infidels all part of my crew, all part of my crew

We’re bad motherfuckers and we’re looking for you

Drinking forties all night, and just so you know

We all wanna know how l-low can you go

I said woah, race you to the bottom

Woah, race you to the motherfucking

Bo-ttom, if you got a problem

Love to help you solve them, race you to the bottom

I said woah, race you to the bottom

Woah, race you to the motherfucking

Bo-ttom, if you got a problem

Love to help you solve them, race you to the bottom

Woah (hey), race you to the bottom

Woah (hey), race you to the motherfucking

Bo-ttom, if you got a problem

Love to help you solve them, I’ll race you to the bottom