Free Me by Dratchface Lyrics
[Intro]
Free me
Why don't you free me?
[Verse 1: Dratchface]
So come and kill me while my name’s hot
Bitches on my dick cause I look like the BasedGod
Driving down the street in a car with the raised top
PT cruising down the highway lanes
Got the highest IQ of any master of ceremonies
All these assholes dissing on your girl, they’re my homies
Cry my a river of tears on that emo shit
You’re flow’s ligated by my swaggalicious hemoclip
Bitch, you better be getting a medical dictionary
Dratch’ll kick your derriere, too big a dick to carry
When’d he go from not givin' himself gravitas
To claiming he’s 100% composed of awesome sauce?
The death of rap is on it’s way, and I’m the harbinger
Other MC’s rhymes as thin as Karen Carpenter
And it’s getting on my fucking nerves, at least it’s startin' ta
Dratchface is forever the #1 viral marketer
[Verse 2: Dratchface]
Fuck me, I've become rap's ugly duckling
MC's flubbing, underneath by breath I'm subtly chuckling
Bereft of something interesting to add to what they're spitting
Just the tipping point for hip-hop going to shit
I don't know no tricks, I even forgot where I was going with it
But that isn't all I have to say, it's just a snippet
I'm the self-made logical conclusion to the genre
Hopped up on ganja, didja get any onya?
No drama, my flow's just avant-garde like that
Free-form, the way that someone like Django Reinhardt might rap
But compared to him, I prolly play guitar quite bad
So prolific with my shit, I never leave a large time gap between releases
So here's my final thesis:
Dratchface balls so hard, his rhymes can break vinyl to pieces
Cuz rap's a beast, and Dratch knows just how to attack it right
I'm bout to sign off on it, dunny
I'm the Cracka Christ
Free me
Why don't you free me?
[Verse 1: Dratchface]
So come and kill me while my name’s hot
Bitches on my dick cause I look like the BasedGod
Driving down the street in a car with the raised top
PT cruising down the highway lanes
Got the highest IQ of any master of ceremonies
All these assholes dissing on your girl, they’re my homies
Cry my a river of tears on that emo shit
You’re flow’s ligated by my swaggalicious hemoclip
Bitch, you better be getting a medical dictionary
Dratch’ll kick your derriere, too big a dick to carry
When’d he go from not givin' himself gravitas
To claiming he’s 100% composed of awesome sauce?
The death of rap is on it’s way, and I’m the harbinger
Other MC’s rhymes as thin as Karen Carpenter
And it’s getting on my fucking nerves, at least it’s startin' ta
Dratchface is forever the #1 viral marketer
[Verse 2: Dratchface]
Fuck me, I've become rap's ugly duckling
MC's flubbing, underneath by breath I'm subtly chuckling
Bereft of something interesting to add to what they're spitting
Just the tipping point for hip-hop going to shit
I don't know no tricks, I even forgot where I was going with it
But that isn't all I have to say, it's just a snippet
I'm the self-made logical conclusion to the genre
Hopped up on ganja, didja get any onya?
No drama, my flow's just avant-garde like that
Free-form, the way that someone like Django Reinhardt might rap
But compared to him, I prolly play guitar quite bad
So prolific with my shit, I never leave a large time gap between releases
So here's my final thesis:
Dratchface balls so hard, his rhymes can break vinyl to pieces
Cuz rap's a beast, and Dratch knows just how to attack it right
I'm bout to sign off on it, dunny
I'm the Cracka Christ