Dratchface - Wracking My Mind lyrics

(Hook) Yo, it hurts less in the chest and the throat And mo' in the sides and the back (x2) [Verse 1: Dratchface] I never look a gift horse in the mouth I'm devout, I'm a philosophical roundhouse Prayin every goddamn day it'll get betta fo' me Revenge wracking my mind, got a vendetta, homie Hold on, don't touch that dial And don't touch the mic while I bust that style Got a pigeon nose and a muskrat smile Rhymes too dirty like "Uh, that's vile" Tactile tasks mastered, abashedly backward The kind of guy who'd use the same phrase for all his pa**words See, I'm back to screamin like that kid from Stratford I'm past plastered, reciting lyrics from ba*tard I got dumped the summer before the last one And got so mad I made three hip-hop albums (Hook) I got so mad, I got so mad, I got so f**in' mad