Dratchface - Free Me lyrics

[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