(Intro)
Who's that writin'?
[Verse 1: Dratchface]
My sh**ty flow is savage nonetheless
In a state of undress, and still mad idiosyncratic
Please join me in welcomening
The self-made malcontent man hell-bent on self-ending
Records shelf-bendingly heavy and packed
Handful of releases since Cloud Rap and y'all still don't know how to act
I have the right, nay, the obligation
To run shady operations and be blazed to hell and back
A lack of validation leaves my ego malnourished
Where once creative machinations ‘hind my scowl flourished
There now resides an empty space with not one rhymed rejoinder
To the boyish japes yon s**as spit my way to make my loins hurt
Joke's on you, I expect an apology
Or whack rappers better read up on eschatology
I rhyme like medical weed, the best quality
So don't be draggin' a** if y'all ever hope to follow me
(Chorus x2)
Revelator
[Sampled audio]
"'But you must understand the seven seals!' What is seven- is this a circus? Wha- I'm with you, what, seven seals, right..."
[Verse 2: Dratchface]
Dratch's vocab makes a great track for bombin on
Even if most words are a hapax legomenon
Syntax phenomenon, contrast he acknowledges
With rhymes that cause OBE's like sleep paralysis
Other MC's, their flow sure is flaccid
Dratch'll burn em all like sulfuric acid
He's full of pure batsh**, knowhow of the culture ma**ive
If you can't get laid in Sodom, hightail it to Gomorrah
I'll pour a 4th of chloroform for ya
‘Fore I rip this sh** and write a script more holy than the Torah
Hotter than Bora Bora, less greenery than poor florists
But you'll hear the forlorn chorus of four horses
I may be a lil crotchety, but that music still rocks me
Whether I know it or not, like Bill Cosby
My style is ill, frosty
And I've been known to wreck vinyl just like a Tumblr gril's Crosley