(Hook)
Stand back, motherf**er I said I'm about to drop (x4)
[Verse 1: Dratchface]
It's widely know I keep a tip-top ship
Hate in tip-top shape since I made “f** Hip-Hop Skits”
Dratchface could spit a sh**stopper posthaste
So baked, he wrote a dope script, goes and blows the whole take
Just lemme know whose nose to break, there's no escape
I chew MC's up, spit ‘em out, and give my dog the bones to scrape
Come off it, I got this game up in my pocket
With the rhymes that'll make your eyes pop out of their sockets
I shall now read the agenda from the docket:
While the pretenders sit it out, all the ballers will mob the mosh pit
I'm sick of talkin', your schnoz the aforementioned faucet
Aw sh**, I saw ya swaddle your noggin after I clocked it
Can I get a witness for the quickness?
This script is rich and delicious
Your style's so repetitious
I'm a lyrical acrobat, you lack the fitness
So come get this, sweet princess
You could even bring your twin sis
But you say she isn't into incest
That's okay, I ain't gonna insist
Now I gotta make a clever reference
b**h done stole my essence
So why did I spend that time on all the lessons?
I better get my motherf**in' severance
I'm about to drop the track off at it's scheduled stop
Everybody off, don't stand near the f**in' doors, you a**holes