Rapping! Saying words!
Testing the microphone to see how it will be!
When I say!
The words again!
When I am!
Recording this!
[Verse 1: Dratchface]
The thoughts k**ed her, she doesn't try to fake it often
Dratchface always off-kilter like a naked Scotsman
MC's run when I pick up the pencil
Caught in a vicious, bloody cycle like menstrual
Let's begin, I act natural like a thespian
My verse is like a blizzard, I scissor it like a lesbian
Asking about my chesty friend, not to be modest
This obvious godless hotness is probably not so honest
And cause me to nod off, like I just shot up h**n
On the floor with fake vomit everywhere to scare my friend
Beware, we're nearing the end, contesting with these merry men
In tights it might take a lot to wear again
American barbarian, I split the sh** open like a cesarian
You're barely an MC, when I squeeze the imaginary pen
The lyrics come, here is some revolt like proletarian
I put S's and H's together like a librarian
[Sampled audio]
"Squeep beep dinunin doo!"
"Flugagoo hoo!"
(Scatting)
[Verse 2: Dratchface]
I break down and make it rot
Like gum disease does to teeth when you only brush once a week
Hey, haven't you heard? Rap is dead
Dratch never show his work, do the math in his head
Laughin instead of doin what he oughta in the studio
Who'd he blow to get to where he is? We'll never truly know
Crudely spoken, but I think his verse is too snooty, yo
No jacket required, like Collins on Sussudio
This advertising is agonizing
And after sizing up the local talent, my biases are metabolizing
Blowin indo out the window
To begin flow of the lyrics to my pen
Though I've spend so long not fulfilling my potential
Central theme of parental units bent all out of shape like Louis C.K
It's my green day, get obscene pay, do whatever we say, yo
Grab the motherf**in yeyo
Open up the fridge and mix it with the mayo
Make a ham sandwich, he's too damn scandalous
This'll be on the test, you're gonna wanna cram this
(More scatting)