Dratchface - Hothead lyrics

(Intro) Ohhhh, Dratchface, oh yeah He's so funkayyy Girl, you gotta let me put the funk into you [Verse 1: Dratchface] Who could be bolder? Bolster the beat with broad shoulders Lob cold words to make your frontal lobe hurt Undertones overt, I'm no slow flirt, it's like I told her Known to squeeze biting wit out the mic like Go-Gurt Pulled a Homer with this rap, now I'm stuck in it Baiting the liberal PC police to throw a f**in' fit But I don't give a f**in' sh**, I didn't come to hug and kiss I came to punish b**hes with these words, cuz I'm buggin', kid I'm past the point where it hurts to k** a dude With a murderous verse, I'm a curt cotilla, rude I'm like if 2Pac were to work with Dilla To attack the game with great candor and verisimilitude I'm not in the mood to inspire talkin' sprees I'm one armed man, I spit fire, walk with me sh**, Pryor, sorry, didn't mean to light you up on the street But I think in this you'll find at least a bit of comedy [Bridge] Gimme that funky soul Sock it to me, baby Ooh, you're so funky, girl Hey check this out [Verse 2: Dratchface] Yo, it's really Dratch, the man who could write a million raps And still get called a hothead like Sylvia Plath How much cash and paraphernalia will he ama**? I ended up k**ing the last facsimile ba*tard Who tried to absorb my unique brand of flavor Like a nasty tapeworm, it's just bad behavior And I'd be happy to take your a** out any day Your raps are atom, my phat rhymes are heavyweight Lemme take a minute and tell you my plan If it doesn't show, think you better know, I'll malign ya, fam Until the day you clasp my dying hand And I can tell you with my last breath that I'm still the kind of man With the lyrical capability to defy the laws of space-time And score it with an awesome ba**line You can feel it in your taint, spine, gut, balls, and brains I don't know whose style you think you're f**in with, but it ain't mine