[Sampled audio]
"Nothing- But a- And a- And an-"
"Aw yeah, I'm gonna drop some funky lyrics, and it goes a little bit something like this."
Uh, oh, yeah, what, no, yes, huh, what, uh, no, yeah, uh
[Verse 1: Dratchface]
Excuse me for so rudely staring at your, um, I mean
Wanna catch a movie? Just you and me? Groovy
Truly, I'm as excited as you'd be, honey
Oh shoot, we need some more movie money
I'm crudely funny, mood becoming sensual now
Suspenseful, and how, to wait for the eventual pound
Of our hearts, I mean, I hope I don't start to seem creepy
I've just got a lot of love to give
Believe me, sweetie, when you see me competing with Mr. Sexy
For attention, and then some, I hope you don't expect me
To play all kinds of games with my s**uality
Feelings you brought out of me, how 'bout best two out of three?
I'm not cowardly, maybe afraid to talk to you
I'm not stalking you, you don't know who you're talking to
I'm not mocking you, just think of what your father'd do
If I, ugh, never mind, sorry to bother you
[Verse 2: Dratchface]
Now Snoop Dogg says, “I don't love them hoes”
“Yeah, and b**hes ain't sh**,” that's what Dr. Dre knows
Slim Shady's self-professed rep with ladies caused a hoopla
But I'll just be like MF DOOM and keep it “supa”
Whether a bar or stadium, all the ladies come
Glowing like radium in the daily sun
They become hypnotized by the rhymes like Biggie
And start grabbing for my shirt or my right kidney
They might hit me with tomatoes if I weren't pretty
I try to write, but my rhymes have all turnt sh**ty
Burnt gritty like most toast when you're busy
And you start to breathing so damn hard it makes you dizzy
Only the lonely can know the unholy moping
I'm hoping I won't be going back to, but I may have to
Well, that's true, it's mostly my fault, but who asked you?
It's fine, I know you know me, it's so cold in the D
How the f** are we supposed to eat?
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"It's so cold in the D..."