Dratchface - Oblongata lyrics

[Intro] What up, b**hes? Yo It's mothaf**in Dratchface in the house Check this ol' fly sh** out Gonna give it to ya Björk stylez [Verse 1: Dratchface] My rhymes flow with intention through my ventricles Essentially a spectacle and mentionably bent to diametrical Opposition to sh** you're spittin', too legit for quittin' The women are smitten, fixin' to figure if it will fit in Relax, I ain't sayin' what you're thinkin' 'Cause if I was, you'd be even more sickened, let that sink in Bottled lightning, enlightening might be quite frightening Y'all know I never pick rhymes when they're still ripening On a grind, rhyming maligned, and I'm sure you're gonna find Borderline horrifying, physical law defying Countdown to the final demolition of the vinyl Cries are primal, in fact, someone make him shut his piehole I'll shred on your a** so hard, it'll cause calluses Pause for an*lysis...shoutout to Shabazz Palaces [Verse 2: Dratchface] Rapper of the century, but sounds developmentally disabled Album's meant to be mislabled, but how can he be so hateful? A staple of Seattle hip-hop and them should be grateful Like Dead, so check your head if you're not mentally stable Dratchface not your average Tom, Dick, or Harry A dignitary drawing fire like in Pictionary The sh** was scary, barely escaped with my wits about me If MC's wanna run, they gotta pay the opting out fee On another level, rhymes flow through my cranium Lately I've been miserable, but maybe I'm the crazy one Walk into the stadium, shining like palladium "Play me some tunes!" they seem to say through all the haze And when the game's done, I'll use the same thumb I held the mic with To flick the knife open and make a nice slit in your throat It's over and done, I won, aight b**h?