Dratchface - Beating Around the Bush lyrics

[Verse 1: Harold McSloth] Go ahead and picture this, because you know it's the sh** I'll spit this mental arithmetic until I'm quick to flip Me and Dratch are seeing past the bullsh** Way too ambitious to ever dull it down Finna paint the town red so they'll never say "Who?" like Pete Townshend Slothface, got [?]baked[?], straight to ya muthaf**in' face So f** the sheep, rush to the Jeep for a shootout Just like 2Pac and Biggie, it's gonna be bru-tal And to the comparison, lame, any competition is straight embarra**ing, mane This beat right here, provided by Mr. Harrison Mains Or Mr. Dratch, who's quick to snatch your fanbase and make em some damn slaves Injured, but f** a band-aid Me, Sting, and Phil Collins are doin' our damn thang [Verse 2: Dratchface] Yo, Slothface fo' rizzle Up in the house, so all you s**a MC's quit beating around the bush, y'all It's Dratchface again The one who makes MC's walk away like U. K. Le Guine A great, smart rhymer, the quasar rider Bound to make art that's straight sci-fi like H. R. Giger I learn instruments like an Asian kid's momma and poppa made him did Lyrics laden with hatin' id A personality based around a shrug, on you like the hounds of love I'm bound to shove Kendrick out my way and take my place on the rap throne Apt to blow so I can cop more homes than Basil Rathbone So white and smooth, I make rappers take off like they're intolerant of lactose (You'd think they're jerkin' you when they talk about slappin' ho's) Cuz it's a euphemism for shootin jizzum I divide crews like light shining through a prism On some Dark Side sh**, surreal like some Far Side sh** Sloth and I are a fine fit