Dubs by Dratchface 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 fucking flawless
Who's the strongest rapper in the game? Harrison Paul is
How'd this tall kid get pussy 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 shit
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' shit?”
[Verse 2: Dratchface]
I'm on that pyro shit, fire make your face look like some hieroglyphs
I won't flinch, cause I don't think you know what kind of psycho bitch
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 ass
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
Bitch, 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...
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 fucking flawless
Who's the strongest rapper in the game? Harrison Paul is
How'd this tall kid get pussy 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 shit
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' shit?”
[Verse 2: Dratchface]
I'm on that pyro shit, fire make your face look like some hieroglyphs
I won't flinch, cause I don't think you know what kind of psycho bitch
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 ass
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
Bitch, 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...