Dratchface - Marimba lyrics

(Hook x2) [Sampled audio] "So I spent all my bu*tons on an old packmule" "Woah, and I made me a ladder from a pawn shop marimba" [Verse 1] Pack up the odds and ends, I got friends in low places Who'll smoke out MC's and expose their locations In most cases, known to be loquacious with no patience The flow's known to topple whole nations, it's so dope and brazen Time again for Dratch to spit a phat rhyme again And shatter expectations like gla** Heineken bottles While MC's be kickin' a tin can Dratch is swingin' his pimp hand, man! Criminy jim jam! So cut the flim flam, I'm intangible, gaseous So fast, he must be as speedy as all the caps he bust In a rapper's unruly gluteus maximus And if he lives past this battle, it'll be truly miraculous Damn, this song kicks a** With thick slabs of psychedelic ba** just like The Atomic b**hwax Ain't a track on this mixtape to skip past I crash the flow into MC's and give em whiplash (Hook x2) [Verse 2: Dratchface] Nobody's gonna remember you like you're of Dougie fame Too scared to use your real voice like Lil Ugly Mane So you f**in change it up like Jim Meskimen Dratch won't let any whack rapper get the best of him I don't play gently, you picked the wrong MC to f** with I'm in the fast lane like Don Henley Call me Thanatos, hunting MC's like antelopes Come back with good weed, I don't want this bammer, gross Rapping is hard work, f'sho, but it can be fun Like counting dead people in an SNL rerun Very Rembrandt-esque But my sanity's lot, and there's no remnants left So I preach fire and brimstone like Jonathan Edwards With a bit more whimsy and many more f-words Born and bred mourning his own dead dreams Forever s**ually edged out by some cornfed meathead, jeez