[Intro]
What's up what's up what's up? Yo
Sup y'all? It's Dratchface mothaf**a, 2014
[Verse 1: Dratchface]
Twitch the milk bone across the pearly table, wouldja?
I mighta heard you spittin' Dougie Adams but maybe I misunderstood ya
The pseudoperfect pronic factors abundantly through cyberspace
And gives migraines to the old timers who need their f**ing eyes drained
So let's a**ign blame, I'm framed like I'm of divine fame
A blind, lame miser nosediving in his biplane
"I say, why not bring it back to an easy rhyme to make?"
‘Cause I got all this time to waste on tryna create a line of fire
So when I annihilate, the sky will break and I will take the game and hold it
"Holy Moses, no one knows he poses no threat?”
Oh sh**, I been found out
I've got no style and I've got no clout
Yo, I'm about to teach you punks a lesson
I'll pull your f**in' tongue out and punch your chest in
My style like a mystery, I keep ‘em guessin'
Gun to your head, best get confessin '
[Sampled audio]
"YOUR BLESSENED"
(Hook)
You know, somehow I doubt it