[Verse 1: Dratchface]
I'll stab a simulacrum in the back, son
Even though I pack guns like Ted Nugent
In fact I'm the bada** mix master
Packin' my dick in that a** at the speed Mr. Mathers raps, and perhaps faster
I choke MC's out 'til they turn navy in tone
And snap in half like they have avian bones
And I may be alone, but it's cuz I hate being wrong
And I'm such a dick, they won't even show me on Game of Thrones
Hey bro, don't trip, you'll make the fire's light hotter
Been known to worship and blow amplifiers like Wata
Girl, I know you're tired of skinny, bent dicks
I wanna give you the buzz saw, just call me Jimi Hendrix
Sex with me can split the appendix
It's endless, don't pretend it's not perfect
Even if I crack the cervix, I barely scratched the surface
And I'll go deeper 'til both of our a**es are worthless
But you gotta know something first, b**h
(Hook x2)
I don't make love, I hatef** your guts up into your brain
Uglier than it sounds on paper
And if I were God, every girl would look like you do
Round face, with a big fat a** and tattoos
[Verse 2: Dratchface]
I make the vag loose, then snap my fingers
And miraculously, it returns to the shape from its last use
I'll have to see you later, maybe we could grab smoothies
And a movie, then roll up a doobie, groovy
I'd like to f** you more times a day
Than the amount that I use the word “swag” in conversation
Ok, hon? Oh sorry, I must have escaped into a fantasy
Where you're attracted to me, the way reality can't be
I'd fancy a date, even just one
We don't have to f**, we don't even have to touch tongues
I act like a cat when I get my head scratched
By a hand that's a good match for my depressive lapses
Got my ears ringing louder than Zeus's hand claps is
When I remember girls wanna do me about as much as they wanna do taxes
But if you wanna get with this, just remember this
(Hook)