[Verse 1: Dratchface]
It seems like some kind of meth has fried these young minds to d**h
There is but one rhymer left 'fore they find you dumb, blind, and deaf
Our minds' combined intellect, if I might just interject
I rhyme tight like limelight means sh** on the internet
Winter gets closer, shag your a** in here and pa** the beer
Drained so fast you fear you're fit to fall like Rains of Castamire
I'm a Black Sabbath, shattered Iraq vet stabbing rabbits
A bad habit, back to bring traffic to stand stagnant
A bland fragment rappers slang, compared to Dratch you're aspartame
Don't have to blame yourself, I got the patent on rap star fame
Ask arcane questions, you'll get cryptic answers
I flip this stanza, leave students to whip their hands up
Your sh** is cancer, my new sh** you could write a movie wit
Hide two uzi clips in my tux and bust like “Who'd he hit?
You'll regret fooling with an MC who can school your sh**
Cool your tits, brah, time to take names and ball rhymes
A name game, so call mine, and that's why they call me
The greatest of aaaaall tiiiiiiime....aaaaall tiiiiiiiiime
[Sampled audio]
"The tall road of denial is a long and dangerous one. The price? Your soul."
It sounds to me like you need help
[Verse 2: Dratchface]
You'll regret this sh**, you can't contest with this, you're truly cla**less
Your snooty a**es are more useless than some 2-D gla**es
And through the ashes rises a phoenix, you seen this sh**?
I don't believe this sh**, you would never be this quick to see this writ
I bleed this script, intravenous drip to help me plead the fifth
Concede to drift into a coma from the meanest spliff
Maybe clean a dish and watch TV a bit, Legal It!
Ize, I mean, uh, laugh when rappers try to size me up
Like I'm not fly enough to come by my sick rhymes and ideas
Almighty son, sent by God to punish those who might be under
Some ridiculous impression with meticulous inflection
And ambiguous intention, did I mention hip-hop was my invention?
Nigh ascension to the heavens, it's inevitable
Had a bit of trouble getting every syllable in 'fore I-
I got all this hype built but it really might just be white guilt
And hopefully I'll be leavin your metaphorical pipe fill't
Nah, that's not right, I shamefully groan
“Hey Dratchface, are you white?” Yes, painfully so
It doesn't take a brain more smart than a stain to really know
[Sampled audio]
"Is a hippopotamus a hippopotamus, or a really cool opotamus?"
Greatest of aaall tiiiiime....aaall tiiiiime