Dratchface - White Track Suit (Route Rev Fwang) lyrics

[Intro] Yo What's up? Dratchface Livin' in the 21st century In the hizz-ouse Bringin' some tasty rhymes [Verse 1: Dratchface] It's been 17 long hard years, and something's gotta give Famous is the way I oughta live, it's my prerogative It's not a fib, took my coke money and I bought a Pibb Talent like a bottomless pit, I got a lot of it Shot a hollow tip out the window like a drive-by I try to bide time before I turn your shirt to tie-dye Blindsiding MC's like adultery Culturally retarded, an artist stricken with gaucheries Goin' down to ODB's to get my frickin groceries The odor, potpourri provoking me to throw up openly Sober me up, I gotta hit the road eventually Remember me as the dead MC who spit pretentiously A mental entity, you'd do well tone a friend to me Or else you'll get more sh** than the end of a human centipede Potentially the beat inventor of the century Step to me and leave without a pulse, like lentil bean (Hook) There he goes, rollin down the street in his white track suit Don't he look so fly now? (x4)