Slothface - House by the Swamp lyrics

[Verse 1: Harold McSloth] Just like a flash in the pan Me and Dratch back to thrash it again Like Metallica, Slayer, put your hands in the air Jazzy like some Ray Ayers, ya boy's a player Of this game, obviously mane I gotta keep my self control, rap health critical So I gotta save it, I'm 2 Big for my britches I'm too sick, gotta burn all these bridges Down to the ground, clown with the sound That's why I joke and smoke alot At least I got a good poker shot More often than not, I'll provoke a cop To say "whoa, there stop" Look and listen, I'll left-hook a kitten if she ain't f**in' listenin' Glistenin' in my own beats And homie, I'm quick to disown these cronies Who try and scold me, ho please Make way for me and my accomplice Dratch to the face with the phattest of tapes Weird, unlike f*ggots who are attracted to apes Wait, is that offensive? "I wonder if he meant it" Demented and often censored Dead baby collectors coppin' placentas Plea coppin' as soon as I entered [Verse 2: Dratchface] They used to call me Johnny Two-Coats Dratchface got more ho's than polysucrose Ill from the tip of his toes to his Jew nose I spit venom yo, don't get too close Slothface is an engaging spectacle The hip-hop equivalent of an aching testicle That's clever, I confess Dratch rock louder than the Rebel INS He won't shut up about Instectah Deck and Protect Ya Neck Get some newer references Time for a ma**ive redux Rhymes comin' up out his throat like acid reflux That's three bucks man, this ain't no charity And don't take my name in vain or be tried for heresy It's embarra**ing, Christ, who's that cracka? Dratch about to bust like BOOMSHACKALACKA