[Intro] (Beefheart-esque yarbling) [Verse 1: Dratchface] If I've said it once, I've said it a million times, no one's iller than I The biggest thrill of your life, hearing me lyrically build a design I'm better than every white rapper combined, you crackers are crying I'm laughing behind the beat that I've concocted ampersand the Sandman is standing by Creepin' into your dreams and spending all night inside your mind I've psyched you out is what I'm implying, there's no use even trying By the by, your style is swill of swine compared to mine, it's shameful If you need a lyric one of these days, (hey hey) I've got a brainful Ain't so tasteful with the breaks pulled, this ain't the place to be graceful Like an acrobat, do a backflip on the beat and land like a sack of potatoes On the concrete, control-alt-delete, how you gonna beat this sh**? You're obsolete, I'm non-descreet, don't stop the beat Okay, now stop the beat [Bridge] I run this game, don't ask me to say no more about it [Verse 2: Dratchface] Something inherent in my genetics Born to rock mics and inspire head trips Kinetic energy consumes me Fuels my flow's continuity And who would you be if you were me? A f**in white rapper in the twilight of his puberty? I'm through with being some kind of martyr for fire starters Imma die tomorrow if the sky is too much farther Why bother? It only ends in endlessness and friendlessness I'm the tremendousest, too big for you to picture, dude While you're stitchin two near rhymes together, I come up with something better I destroy in every aspect of my endeavors, fool [Outro] And you think you can front on this? You've got no f**in' idea what you're in for, buddy. Imma, imma, I...I'll...I'll kick your a** is what I'll do. b**h (f**er, what you got? You ain't got f**in' nothing. Dratchface representing Seattle like...like...this is where it's at...with the hippin' and hoppin'...I'll...that's...I run the game)