[Verse 1: Harold McSloth] Motherf**ers hold on This sh**'s so phat, I feel it in my colon Through the gates of hell we stroll on Need a track that's phat with soul on That's the opposite of gingers Put on some ill sh** like syringes Bringin' some swingin' funk Cuz we're attractive and they should be on the Channel of Cringes When I stepped in this rap game I know I could maintain, hack into the mainframe And change this lame game Pretty much I've succeeded, that's word to my seed kid Rappin' patterns are like sequins You can find my niche in the sequence Underground rappers better hold on Need a track that's phat with some soul on Through the gates of hell we stroll on Me and Dratchface are back to attack fakes for the 2014 [Verse 2: Dratchface] Yo, bring it in Well first off, I might apologize for this embarra**ing cough Dratch is back to rock the mic with the man, Harold McSloth
Got the crowd cheering like some fangirls, it ain't a thang, girl You the greatest part of my dang world I thank the lurrrd every day for your company Flow like floodwaters, ought to leave some debris Rappers try to come to me with guns and plead they need their lungs to breathe But I just bust ‘em as easy as one two three [Verse 3: Dratchface] Lemme tell you about this girl Yeah, she's so sweet, but she don't understand My dolla dolla bills in the bank, I could count ‘em on my hand I know my album will be panned when it comes out Start a dust cloud in the middle of a rough drought I'm full clout y'all, I'm full clout y'all Got no idea what he's talking about, y'all Speak in rhyme and riddle and lies in the middle of what is considered a mouthful Dratch and Harold, outlaws on the town, y'all