Harold McSloth - Harold on the Mix lyrics

[Intro] Dratchface, mothaf**a Yeah, all up in ya mothaf**in' world Spittin' some multi-syllabic rhymes over some ill sh** What it do? Let's go [Verse 1: Dratchface] With Harold on the mix, this sh**'s in the bag Roll a fat spliff so Dratch can take a drag And make a brag with a wink to the camera Lung capacity to laugh at rappers who lack stamina I love the game like Louie loves Pamela Ram a calamitous rapper's a** back to Canada “Is it Drake? Is it Drake?” Make no mistake, I'm done fueling the hate Mewling debate rages with firm regrets Why does every cop gotta think they're the next Bernie Goetz? Spittin' ill sh** alongside tourney vets Fervorous, but won't stop the flow like tourniquets b**h, I'm f**ing murderous, fans be saying “Dratch, you're the best” I be like, “Is that what the little birdy says?” I'm on top of the beat like it's some dirty s** Dratch is filthier than the b**hes I heard he surely gets I surely do