Slothface - Obscurity Woes lyrics

[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)