[Verse 1: Dratchface]
"Yo ho ho” spoke my oh so adoring fan base
Pour the chlorine o'er the landscape before your poor hands break
Let ideas flourish, while panhandlers mandate
The planned shape of the stadium with a place t'which they can amscray
I won't have that sh** near me when I'm onstage performing
My brain's concaved, deforming more each day, and it ain't conforming
I'm in such pain, can I get another double shot of morphine?
On the rocks? And oh one more thing
“Oh yeah sure thing, what'll it be?”
Well, the beat is a little too subtle for me
It ain't nothin like the sound that I wanna achieve
Ain't no light at the end of the tunnel to see
On that Scully ‘cause I wanna believe
Y'all s**as Unsullied, minus the training
“Eh, I don't get it, would you mind explaining?”
I'm the reigning champ of the rap game
And I'm apt to break your f**in back
Bane of my existence, all you pissants propagating winces
And since this is my song I can diss it in a way that piques your interest
(Hook)
I never wanted to have to be the one to disallow fun (x4)