[Verse 1: Dratchface]
I come at beats like a kickball, script rohypnol
Tricks lifted from bigger wiggers from out the strip mall
This sh** balls while you trip, fall like a limp doll
A pimp y'all wouldn't permit your lips to insult
I get that ba** goin' down ya throat like cough syrup
Don't try to flow like the boss, you might toss your beer up
[Refrain]
All and together now
Things are gettin' good, lookin' better now
[Verse 2: Dratchface]
Coming to my mind are words and rhymes as many times as perversions
Erstwhile virgin turgid from permanent flirt aversions
Your message is a vestige of a point you made some place and time ago
I'm the illest rhymer, yo, psychedelic kind of flow
I dunno, the feeling's starting to get to me
Flows through all of my body's non-solids electrically
Sprechen ze indistinguishable linguistical parkour
Hardcore, pinning armed hoards to the dartboard
I'll start more sh** than a drunk a**hole
And pa** the gla** bowl, fat roll, and the hash, bro
"Some crack?" No thanks, not for me, but thanks for the offer
"But without cracks and weed, you can't listen to C.R.E.A.M. proper!"
Damn