[Verse 1: Harold McSloth]
Motherf**ers hold on
This sh**'s so phat, I feel it in my colon
Through the gates of hell we stroll on
Need a track that's phat with soul on
That's the opposite of gingers
Put on some ill sh** like syringes
Bringin' some swingin' funk
Cuz we're attractive and they should be on the Channel of Cringes
When I stepped in this rap game
I know I could maintain, hack into the mainframe
And change this lame game
Pretty much I've succeeded, that's word to my seed kid
Rappin' patterns are like sequins
You can find my niche in the sequence
Underground rappers better hold on
Need a track that's phat with some soul on
Through the gates of hell we stroll on
Me and Dratchface are back to attack fakes for the 2014
[Verse 2: Dratchface]
Yo, bring it in
Well first off, I might apologize for this embarra**ing cough
Dratch is back to rock the mic with the man, Harold McSloth
Got the crowd cheering like some fangirls, it ain't a thang, girl
You the greatest part of my dang world
I thank the lurrrd every day for your company
Flow like floodwaters, ought to leave some debris
Rappers try to come to me with guns and plead they need their lungs to breathe
But I just bust ‘em as easy as one two three
[Verse 3: Dratchface]
Lemme tell you about this girl
Yeah, she's so sweet, but she don't understand
My dolla dolla bills in the bank, I could count ‘em on my hand
I know my album will be panned when it comes out
Start a dust cloud in the middle of a rough drought
I'm full clout y'all, I'm full clout y'all
Got no idea what he's talking about, y'all
Speak in rhyme and riddle and lies in the middle of what is considered a mouthful
Dratch and Harold, outlaws on the town, y'all