Intro Whos that writin? [Verse 1 Dratchface] My shitty flow is savage nonetheless In a state of undress, and still mad idiosyncratic Please join me in welcomening The selfmade malcontent man hellbent on selfending Records shelfbendingly heavy and packed Handful of releases since Cloud Rap and yall still dont know how to act I have the right, nay, the obligation To run shady operations and be blazed to hell and back A lack of validation leaves my ego malnourished Where once creative machinations hind my scowl flourished There now resides an empty space with not one rhymed rejoinder To the boyish japes yon suckas spit my way to make my loins hurt Jokes on you, I expect an apology Or whack rappers better read up on eschatology I rhyme like medical weed, the best quality So dont be draggin ass if yall ever hope to follow me Chorus x2 Revelator [Sampled audio] But you must understand the seven seals! What is seven is this a circus? Wha Im with you, what, seven seals, right... [Verse 2 Dratchface] Dratchs vocab makes a great track for bombin on Even if most words are a hapax legomenon Syntax phenomenon, contrast he acknowledges With rhymes that cause OBEs like sleep paralysis Other MCs, their flow sure is flaccid Dratchll burn em all like sulfuric acid Hes full of pure batshit, knowhow of the culture massive If you cant get laid in Sodom, hightail it to Gomorrah Ill pour a 4th of chloroform for ya Fore I rip this shit and write a script more holy than the Torah Hotter than Bora Bora, less greenery than poor florists But youll hear the forlorn chorus of four horses I may be a lil crotchety, but that music still rocks me Whether I know it or not, like Bill Cosby My style is ill, frosty And Ive been known to wreck vinyl just like a Tumblr grils Crosley
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