A song about childhood, enough said. Originally from the album "The Smooth Experience". Download it here: http://harrisonmains.bandcamp.com/album/the-smooth-experience

I had a breakdown a little while ago 
 Pain and paranoia, I’m a child of both 
 And when I was a child, I was a pile of dough 
 Reviled by most of my peers, and admired at home 
 Now I’m a grown-ass man with grown aspirations 
 And I’m afraid I don’t have the patience for dramatizations 
 I get knocked down and picked back up by the same people 
‘Cause we ain’t equal, but they’re just tryina prepare me 
‘Cause the world is scary, and it ain’t fair neither 
 Either you be the people they need or you’ll be beleaguered 
 When you try to be what you visualized when you were little 
 A kid from the middle class who wanted mics to feel his spittle 
 I knew I was a vessel for humor when I saw a Carlin special at age 10 
 And when he said the word “cocksucker” I was shocked 
 And the first time I ever heard the word “fuck” 
Was out of my own mouth in front of my mom 
‘Cause I had seen it written upon a piece of playground equipment 
 In nail polish, so mom got some acetone to strip it 
 Ever since then I been kickin it 
 A delinquent unticketed, in a field unpicketed 
 Quicker than wind, I could relate a tale 
 Of how a lifetime of scrutiny has turned me into a betamale 
 I been teased, kicked, chased, driven insane by these wastes of space 
 No wonder I can’t talk to a girl face-to-face 
 I never have been able to 
 And when you got no self esteem, kids are quick to label you 
 But kids are gonna do what they will do, if that ain’t the truth 
 I dunno what is, but I do know this 
 You can’t be careless, growing up means gaining self-awareness 
 Or you’re gonna be embarrassed in retrospect 
 But even then you know you’ve grown 
 But don’t worry, if you don’t wanna, you won’t

Personnel:

Vocals: Dratchface
Production: Harold McSloth

Samples "Follow the Path" and "Love Song" by Midnight Star

Dratchface: Origins

Dedicated to Harris Wittels, R.I.P.

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 

Personnel:

Vocals and additional samples: Dratchface
Production: Harold McSloth

Samples "Summer Dream" by Mezzoforte


Humblebrag

(Verse one: Harold McSloth)

This song is sanity lost 
I'm so fly, how much does gravity cost? 
Gravitate to me, cuz you know I'm the boss 
Kinda lost in the sauce like Dean and Gene Ween 
Try your hardest but you can never be me 
It's a fact that Dratch and Sloth can never be beat 
Even if I catch a cough, I'll still rap for sheezy 
For Sheen and Carl Wheezy, this is what you call dreamin' 
At the mall schemin' on some bitches 
This is a recipe for some stitches, a bruise and a cut 
Always smooth when I cruise with a slut 
Peruse at her butt...wut? 
We don't want a sex rap 
Drop some funky shit like Ex-Lax
The start button, you better press that 
We cool in the underground while the press laughs 

(Verse two: Dratchface)

Dratchface - from the name, creativity blossoms 
"That's great, but I ain't about them hippity hops, son" 
Up a shittier creek than Dawson, awesome 
Used to have fans from Seattle to Boston, lost em 
Rapping is Dratch's true purpose 
And still, all of his verses are as strong as sherpas 
And he's got a surplus of fascinating opinions 
Yo, I be lacerating opinions, like a fascist hating his minions 
Wait, Eminem's makin rape jokes bout Iggy Azalea? 
Does he still know what he'd do if somebody was to fuck Hayley up? 
He would be goin crazy, bruh 
If somebody got up inside of that labia without the lady's permission 
Dratch is the fluidest humorist 
Creates a ring of fire in which nothing can survive, like a tumorous uterus 
He got ludicrous hubris 
Better composer than Schubert is, but you knew this 
The maddest producer is back with the inhuman kid 
Delivering a sequel way before DOOM and 'Lib, yo

Personnel:

Vocals: Harold McSloth and Dratchface
Production: Harold McSloth

Sanity Lost

"Hello!"
"How are you?"
"I'm your worst nightmare!"
"Not really!"

Yo
Dratch is like a vulture
Consuming the rotting corpse of black and Japanese culture
As a white man is want to do, and I keeps it movin like 92
So what is Dratch tryina prove?
Well, maybe that he can support a beat like Sloth makes
Get the new mixtape sellin like some hotcakes
It takes a lot to be as ill as this duo
But I’ll just let you know we’re harder than Tetsuo
Dratch got the flow, he’ll never stop bombin
Kickin it with Joji eating top ramen
Steez like this is really not common
And Sloth could be called the big boss shaman
The big kahuna, my spiritual guide
Miracle of a mind, while I’ve got one more lyrically inclined
Coming up with some decent lines
So change it up Harold, if you’d be so kind

"Your drumming is mediocre!"



ホワイト少年

Second Hand Smoke 2 (Instrumental)

(Verse one: Harold McSloth) 

Sitting in this bar
Boring's how it tends to stay
I don't care what the bartender say
Who even cares if the world ends today
Glasses of vodka stay pilin' up
Wait, why is everybody wilin?
Fuck
It's Lil Wayne, grabbin his dick flauntin his lil chain
This is the future, he askin' for change
He lives on the street because nobody remembers his name
I wanna dismember him mane
But now's not the time
He's a good example if you wanna learn how not to rhyme
He came up to me and said "Weezy baby!"
*gunshots*
Now he be layin'
In a casket cuz I blasted his ass with the gat kid
All the bloodshed in this rap shit
And for once, the important death happened

Second Hand Smoke 2

Members:

Eiron (formerly Dratchface) - Vocals/production/artwork
Harold McSloth - Production/occasional vocals

Slothface