[Verse 1: Dratchface]
Slothface blowing that secondhand smoke
It was all fun and games until the devil had both over for supper
And he told em that's enough of that
Even though they're much hepper than all those other cats
But what of Dratch? Won't he get cancer in his throat?
Will he choke himself and leave the answer in his note?
Man, I ain't suicidal, just blue and idle
(And if he chokes, it'll be on all the food in his piehole)
That's sadder than the key of D minor
Harold on the mix, no one could be finer
His stee dynamite, and he's high like tree climbers
Dratch's flow got holes like he has three vaginas
Huh, he should be so lucky
I'd have people climbing over each other to f** me
But it would be mostly gross dudes
Dratch about to disappear like a ghost
[Sampled audio]
“You know we're living in a society! We're supposed to act in a civilized way!”
“If this is allowed to go on, this is not a society! This is anarchy!"