[Verse 1: Dratchface]
They call me Cracka Christ
I'm all that and a bag of rice
So f**in darin' that I mack the knife
Tired of these sh**ty one-liners that I have to write, yo
It's so easy, pumpin out a beat and takin a cheap shot at Yeezy
Cuz nothin in this life can ever please me
“Well exqueeze me," I'm weary of this f**in game
‘Cuz you don't hear me, you just tell me that I'm f**in lame
I'm takin y'all to the mattresses
And writing embarra**ing love letters to some Puerto Rican actresses
And I don't even care how whack this is
Dratch is back, but he never preaches what he practices
“Damn, I really wanna smack this kid” I hear ya saying
I can feel my rhymes falling apart and my ears decaying
And here's the great thing, my new EP is sheer amazing
Don't fear the hating, ‘cause I know my flow is irritating
(Hook)
You better run
Ball so hard like testicular torsion
Brought the rap game back to life
And that's why they call me Cracka Christ (x2)