[Verse 1: Dratchface]
Dratch's flow got that retro vibe
Rappers wonder how'd he get so fly?
No lie, the gift came to him at birth
Let's see which MC's be cavin first
Please murder me like Raymond Burr
I just imply and then they infer
Beats were made by slave labor
It's my observation that's cray cray, sir
(Hook)
Dratch walk onto the set like boom
Such a heartthrob like Temple of Doom
No place to rap except for his room
Step inside to Dratch's personal Temple of Doom
[Verse 2: Dratchface]
His flow is so unusual
And behind him, Harold's beats are bold and beautiful
While I try to find some rhymes that are suitable
Go full clout and consciously eschew the bull
Dratch is in the house and fakes gon' bleed
They get an a-ha moment like Take On Me
That's what they get for being so superficial
And into their cheeks are carved my two initials
D.F., it could also stand for dope f**er
Don't ever wanna be known as a chode s**er
But sometimes that's just how it is
Sometimes life decides to spray you in the mouth with jizz
Dratchface'll beat you into a tizzy
With his bare hands, y'all knew this could get grizzly
Heh, that's a likely story
And the track's ok, but it's just slightly boring
(Hook x2)