Humblebrag

[Verse 1: Dratchface] I'm a basket case, I die and break through the casket base Fake, like an L.A. bitch with a plastic face Got the crowd movin in nastic ways Dratch bleeds MC's as he masticates My raps are a massive waste of great beats (if that's your taste) So I spit it at a faster rate To try and master fate, so give my ass a break Don't make me have to take a baseball bat and splat your brains Dratch a known humblebrag practitioner It hurts, and every time I laugh, I just miss him worse I hate that shit, it's plain tragic That's why I'm kickin that laid back shit And playin Phish like some kinda babe magnet, overnumerous talents Serious sometimes, with a humorous balance A slicker dude than Jack Palance in an oil spill Sometimes a nice guy, sometimes a royal pill Superfluous, like adding a tip to a moil's bill Ain't no limit to the time that boy can kill It's not right, MC's be saltier than Lot's wife Shit changin like a stoplight in the dark night Suddenly, me and my friends aren't tight But I still got Sloth on my side if I play my cards right Hats off to Dratch, who whacks off and raps schlock And that's not all, he also lost all his cash in bad stocks Got all his shit stocked up on his laptop "Dude, all of your songs are crap, stop" I've latched onto this idea of the tortured artist Like when you're not even happy when you've worked your hardest It's whack, yo (Outro) [Sampled audio] "Hey, this is Harris, calling from Heaven. Uh, it's pretty great up here. Uhhh...it's beautiful, for starters. Uh, Hitler's up here, however, for the vegetarianism thing, so...callin' bullshit on that, but other than that, it's pretty great. It's uh, it is very cloudy, uh, and you, you sit on em, so that's cool...Uh, oh! Gotta go. Ice cream buffet!"