[Intro]
Free me
Why don't you free me?
[Verse 1: Dratchface]
So come and k** me while my name's hot
b**hes on my dick cause I look like the BasedGod
Driving down the street in a car with the raised top
PT cruising down the highway lanes
Got the highest IQ of any master of ceremonies
All these a**holes dissing on your girl, they're my homies
Cry my a river of tears on that emo sh**
You're flow's ligated by my swaggalicious hemoclip
b**h, you better be getting a medical dictionary
Dratch'll kick your derriere, too big a dick to carry
When'd he go from not givin' himself gravitas
To claiming he's 100% composed of awesome sauce?
The d**h of rap is on it's way, and I'm the harbinger
Other MC's rhymes as thin as Karen Carpenter
And it's getting on my f**ing nerves, at least it's startin' ta
Dratchface is forever the #1 viral marketer
[Verse 2: Dratchface]
f** me, I've become rap's ugly duckling
MC's flubbing, underneath by breath I'm subtly chuckling
Bereft of something interesting to add to what they're spitting
Just the tipping point for hip-hop going to sh**
I don't know no tricks, I even forgot where I was going with it
But that isn't all I have to say, it's just a snippet
I'm the self-made logical conclusion to the genre
Hopped up on ganja, didja get any onya?
No drama, my flow's just avant-garde like that
Free-form, the way that someone like Django Reinhardt might rap
But compared to him, I prolly play guitar quite bad
So prolific with my sh**, I never leave a large time gap between releases
So here's my final thesis:
Dratchface balls so hard, his rhymes can break vinyl to pieces
Cuz rap's a beast, and Dratch knows just how to attack it right
I'm bout to sign off on it, dunny
I'm the Cracka Christ