Slothface - Cookout lyrics

[Verse 1: Dratchface] Dratch got the breezy flow, lord almighty how he flourish it s**in on the weed pipe like it's the teat he nourish at MC's copy me like we on some Groucho mirror sh** So I rip out yo marrow like some sick Nazi experiment New Slothface mixtape on the way, so mark your calendars Our music has been known to touch the kids like Woody Allen does Out corralling thugs cuz it's rap battle Wednesday My rhymes got more style than your snapback, comprende? (Hook) Serving you up like a Donner Party cookout Best be on the lookout, rappers getting took out (x3) We got some delicious sh** to get your mouth watering You know what I'm sayin? [Verse 2: Dratchface] Yo, don't engage with this pen mage, already rapped your a** like end days Don't make me have to chop your fat mothaf**in a** up ten ways And then display my lyrical prowess, MC's wanna try to doubt this But little do they know my flow's controlled by lips and a tongue like that of a flautist I'm the main man, no need for a bar mitzvah Just get me weed, a guitar, chips, and a smart shiksa With large hips and a real sharp wit to start a fling with Pith my spine, my eyes blind like the wings of a ringlet (Hook x2) (Skit) "Hey man, I uh, I wanted to tell you something." "Kay." "Just that uh, just that uh, they call me, they call me the GZA, because when I woo that tang, it WILL be something to f** with." "Oh my god, dude that's, that's like, SO bad."