(Intro)
[Sampled audio]
"People movin' up...People movin' in...Why...Because...Of the color of their skin..."
Everybody sit down in your f**in' a**igned seats
Open up your goddamn textbooks and let's begin
[Verse 1: Dratchface]
Hello cla**
The notorious Dratchface and Harold McSloth are back
To blow your a**hole out like prolapse
Cracka Christ, lead us not into temptation
Slothface a sensation, speaking mad incantations
The impatient flow keeps MC's on their toes, their will broke
The ill prose is known to k** those dil*os and instill joves
I'm devilish, on that next level sh**
Impeccably disheveled and hella pimp, involuntarily celibate
Militant, making MC's see more spots than Cruella De Ville
Based on their relative will
Here's some more intel: War is hell out there
The boorish lout wears it proudly on his lapel
Infiltrating your citadel, hit the bell, it's settled
Dratchface coppin' that heavy metal
Flow like Nas, with a voice like Debbie Reynolds
Or Ethel Merman, squirmin' while the kettle's burnin'
Workin' on his craft like he was German
Your words can't hurt him
(Hook)
"People movin' up" (People movin' up)
"People movin' in" (People movin' in)
"Why" (Why)
"Because..."
Of the color of their skin (Of the color of their skin)