[Verse 1: Dratchface]
Holy f**ing sh**, my back is k**in' me
Slothface is Dratch and Harold's Madvillainy
Just add Dilla-tip beats and a the last wildebeest
While I attack and k** each with ill speech
I still preach peace but only to an extent
‘Cause sometimes I get a bit bent when I'm spent
But I don't get much sleep these days
When Sloth is another sleepless DJ
That's short for dick joke
Dratch is only impressive when his sick jokes are quick-spoke
And that's f**ed up
(Hook)
f**ed up (x16)
That's f**in' f**ed up
[Verse 2: Dratchface]
I got rhymes that are smooth and rhymes that are slick
You won't get nowhere with that old flatter trick
Dratch on that Tumuli Shroomaroom
Dratch's rhymes are earthshaking enough to move the moon
Out of orbit, he's gonna write and perform it
Until dormant volcanos erupt like a formed zit
He thinks of his best rhymes in the wee hours
Face so plain it could knock down three towers
That's just f**ing tasteless
But if Ye said it you'd be praising him like ancient
Roman gods, best new music
While Dratchface raps till his neck tube bruises
And that's f**ed up
(Hook)
That's f**ed up (x10)
[Sampled audio]
“God, I'm good”
“Oh my god, I forgot to tell you. I got a letter today from the state controller's office. You know, when I was going to public school back in Brooklyn, every day I used to- every week I used to- occasionally I would-”
“When? When did you go?”
“Let me start that speech again..."