[Verse 1: Dratchface]
A bowl and a beat leaves Dratch feeling slothful
Rhymes range from genius to bleeding awful
If you like technical wa*k, you'll get a sockful
Dratch got pockets like a f**in waffle
And he's chock full of the most clever an*logies
Hope you're not confused by his multiple personalities
MC's leave the battle with crippling maladies
Induced by my rhymes that cause a rip in reality
(Hook)
I'm on (yeah) that gangsta sh**
MC's (what?) can't handle it
I'm on (damn) that gangsta sh**
MC's (uh) can't handle it
I'm on (swag) that gangsta sh**
MC's just can't handle it
[Verse 2: Dratchface]
Dratch got the master plan, so take notice
Before he winds up broke, stoned, and homeless
Go far like a shooting star
Cloud the beat with polluting bars
I'm the only white, Seattle-based rapper who matters
And I'm starting to notice a pattern
With that in mind, I won't tell you twice
I'll melt ya style like Vanilla Ice
I'll show you what it feels like after I steal the mic
I ain't playin b**h, this is real life
Weed only intensifies my depressive mood
As well as enhances my ineptitude
Damn, how'd his rhymes get so rude?
I heard he's ill-tempered
I just spit a verse your grandchildren will remember
No equal contender
Fight me IRL