[Verse 1: Dratchface]
I'm out, like a dealer who's herbally exhausted
Worse for me, I lost it and was verbally accosted
Taking your verses hostage with a lava pit and draw bridge
My record's spotless, I make a great case like sausage
Stop your coughin', weak MC's need a lozenge
I'm not pausin', often on a non-stop pot binge
Your rhymes are garbage, my flow is f**ing flawless
Who's the strongest rapper in the game? Harrison Paul is
How'd this tall kid get p**y like a gynecologist?
I'm above all of this, I start a beef with a bald diss
You're scared, I called this, I can see your pants are all piss
Calm fists breaking the jaws of pop apologists
Just call it quits, your style's an insurmountable wall of sh**
But I'll admit, it was pretty fun breaking your balls a bit
I'll submit to testing, no steroids yo, I just calls it wit
Echos through the walls and hits your ear like, “What's that ballin' sh**?”
[Verse 2: Dratchface]
I'm on that pyro sh**, fire make your face look like some hieroglyphs
I won't flinch, cause I don't think you know what kind of psycho b**h
That might go pitch a fit to her friends every time I write a diss
Could bring in the finalists and tie 'em up with vinyl whips
I'm a backstab, more merciless than attack ads
Strap gats to me, got you kissing my black a**
Fancier than slack pants, MC's fear my rap stance
Got ya jumping like beans in a Mexican hat dance
Clap hands, I make a song great like Tom Waits
Get a strong bake on, I'm raw grape, you're a bong scrape
A lot to contemplate, I'm on to make ya momma's thong shake
Just tryna keep the song in place like a arm brace
I make a strong case for white Seattle rappers
Or in other words, the dirt will pack the hole and bury Macklemore
b**h, I'm back for more to grab a torch and sack the Apple Store
An amateur saboteur, never seen this kind of cash before
[Outro]
Why is this reggae so sad? Reggae's supposed to be happy. This is not happy. Nooooo...