Fucked Up

[Verse 1: Dratchface] Holy fucking shit, my back is killin' me Slothface is Dratch and Harold’s Madvillainy Just add Dilla-tip beats and a the last wildebeest While I attack and kill each with ill speech I still preach peace but only to an extent ‘Cause sometimes I get a bit bent when I’m spent But I don’t get much sleep these days When Sloth is another sleepless DJ That’s short for dick joke Dratch is only impressive when his sick jokes are quick-spoke And that’s fucked up (Hook) Fucked up (x16) That's fuckin' fucked up [Verse 2: Dratchface] I got rhymes that are smooth and rhymes that are slick You won’t get nowhere with that old flatter trick Dratch on that Tumuli Shroomaroom Dratch’s rhymes are earthshaking enough to move the moon Out of orbit, he’s gonna write and perform it Until dormant volcanos erupt like a formed zit He thinks of his best rhymes in the wee hours Face so plain it could knock down three towers That’s just fucking tasteless But if Ye said it you’d be praising him like ancient Roman gods, best new music While Dratchface raps till his neck tube bruises And that’s fucked up (Hook) That’s fucked up (x10) [Sampled audio] “God, I’m good” “Oh my god, I forgot to tell you. I got a letter today from the state controller’s office. You know, when I was going to public school back in Brooklyn, every day I used to- every week I used to- occasionally I would-” “When? When did you go?” “Let me start that speech again..."