Dratchface - Dubs lyrics

[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...