[Intro]
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[Verse 1: Dratchface]
I never do this, but do you think I could have your number?
I'm just crazy like dis today, I'm under the gun, can't have no clunkers
Every line is tearing you down to the ground now, hush little girl, don't make a sound now
How now say you? What do you want me to do? Diphthong glide ‘round with the vowel sounds
And the scowls, the grating, penetrating gaze of the town with a scarlet A on your gown now
Guess they found out ‘bout the malaise going on in the bowels of your crown now
Doubt it'll drown out all these foul-mouthed monsters pounding the door of the townhouse
Scrounging for outhouse tips, and about those clips, it's liable to smoke all the clowns out
Images are flashing through my brain like a poorly constructed PowerPoint
Bag of flowers, joint in my hand and the hours fly like cowards, boy
Not to be dour, but the mirage of the ill-gained power's a reason enough
To devour the bluff and empower the weakest among us to speak up
I'm a tower of perfection, I'm a pillar of strength
Patient Zero, the infection gone guerrilla through the song's length
Arm's length away from you, no use tryina escape from you
And I understand I gotta buy my way into this like Pay-Per-View