Slothface - Humblebrag lyrics

[Verse 1: Dratchface] I'm a basket case, I die and break through the casket base Fake, like an L.A. b**h with a plastic face Got the crowd movin in nastic ways Dratch bleeds MC's as he masticates My raps are a ma**ive waste of great beats (if that's your taste) So I spit it at a faster rate To try and master fate, so give my a** a break Don't make me have to take a baseball bat and splat your brains Dratch a known humblebrag practitioner It hurts, and every time I laugh, I just miss him worse I hate that sh**, it's plain tragic That's why I'm kickin that laid back sh** And playin Phish like some kinda babe magnet, overnumerous talents Serious sometimes, with a humorous balance A slicker dude than Jack Palance in an oil spill Sometimes a nice guy, sometimes a royal pill Superfluous, like adding a tip to a moil's bill Ain't no limit to the time that boy can k** It's not right, MC's be saltier than Lot's wife sh** changin like a stoplight in the dark night Suddenly, me and my friends aren't tight But I still got Sloth on my side if I play my cards right Hats off to Dratch, who whacks off and raps schlock And that's not all, he also lost all his cash in bad stocks Got all his sh** stocked up on his laptop "Dude, all of your songs are crap, stop" I've latched onto this idea of the tortured artist Like when you're not even happy when you've worked your hardest It's whack, yo (Outro) [Sampled audio] "Hey, this is Harris, calling from Heaven. Uh, it's pretty great up here. Uhhh...it's beautiful, for starters. Uh, Hitler's up here, however, for the vegetarianism thing, so...callin' bullsh** on that, but other than that, it's pretty great. It's uh, it is very cloudy, uh, and you, you sit on em, so that's cool...Uh, oh! Gotta go. Ice cream buffet!"