[Verse 1: Harold McSloth]
Here we go again
Random sh** blastin' out your stereo, my friend
Who even listens to that sh**
Unless you're in a car with a ratchet fat b**h
Who's weirdly attracted to those who lack dick
She's feisty, so me and Dratch grab the prophylactics
Two pros who are woeful, but that's it
Mainly because we're insanely redundant in this hip-hop game
What a f**in' blunder
Not even a one-hit wonder, but the dopest MC's under the sun, ya jerk
If it ain't gon' work for the image board
Then I'll just go f** a Finnish who*e
And finish more bullsh** beats and rhymes
It's a decent time to have a facetious mind
You're wearin' cleats, but they ain't as neat as mine
Let the beat just glide people, this time
Yo, it's gonna be stupider from here to Jupiter
And even if we got fame I won't be supin' up
I'll be at Woodstock drinkin out a Snoopy cup
To make a song this studious my f**in' duty
But f** it, I'll just listen to rap before the 2G
And it'll sound something like this, I'll put the beat on autopilot, yo
[Verse 2: Dratchface]
(Up in the hizzy)
Hey check it out, it's Dratchface, what's up, you know
I'm a sh**ty white rapper like Kitty Pryde
My rhymes are known city-wide as pretty fly
Can he remember his lyrics when he's really high?
Will he flub em and get the...uh...
Aw hell, you know I'm the GOAT like John Darnielle
And my rhymes can't be cut with a knife like Carvell
Cookiepuss with the rookie hooks and flow patterns
So shattered he's got the look in his eyes like it don't matter
Ready to blow brain matter on your bedroom walls
In my free time, I better check my schedule
To see when's best to pull the trigger on some poor individual
I ain't lyin neither, I wouldn't kid you all
Think my sh** is whack? Yo get out of town, fam
Go on back to your frownland you clown ham
Now damn if it's not Slothface back at
With phat tracks and automatics
(Hook: Dratchface)
I wish they could find a cure for these ho's
Dratch and Sloth got obscurity woes (x2)