The Flow by Dratchface Lyrics

The bastard of rap and classic rock
I'm goin batshit, rhymes tight like a ratchet
Yeah that's it, I got a case of basket
I'm unscrupulous, shootin through your vest
Rhymes stocked like Tommy Chong's buddha chest
I'm useless when I'm computerless
And these humans are always so humorless
I put you to the test
But I'm all cooped up in my house all day cuz I'm too depressed
Don't stick a beginner before me, I'll rip up his innards
The pinnacle, a cynical sinner, untenable vigor
You've this to consider:
This old pistol will pick y'all off like the pick of the litter and cook you for dinner
I got MC's mad they can't top it
They're all standoffish and misanthropic
I chop it into random topics
I lost it, caused shit to spiral like an abandoned cockpit
I'm off the clock, bitch, album's under my belt
You're bummed, I can tell, I brought it unto myself
But worry not, I'll have new rhymes in due time
For now, why don't you just read back over the ones I just spat and see what you find?
Peace
[Sampled audio]
"So that's it. All my darkest fears, and...everything I'm capable of. That's me"