Gangsta Shit

[Verse 1: Dratchface] A bowl and a beat leaves Dratch feeling slothful Rhymes range from genius to bleeding awful If you like technical wank, you’ll get a sockful Dratch got pockets like a fuckin waffle And he’s chock full of the most clever analogies Hope you’re not confused by his multiple personalities MC’s leave the battle with crippling maladies Induced by my rhymes that cause a rip in reality (Hook) I’m on (yeah) that gangsta shit MC’s (what?) can’t handle it I’m on (damn) that gangsta shit MC’s (uh) can’t handle it I’m on (swag) that gangsta shit MC’s just can’t handle it [Verse 2: Dratchface] Dratch got the master plan, so take notice Before he winds up broke, stoned, and homeless Go far like a shooting star Cloud the beat with polluting bars I’m the only white, Seattle-based rapper who matters And I’m starting to notice a pattern With that in mind, I won’t tell you twice I’ll melt ya style like Vanilla Ice I’ll show you what it feels like after I steal the mic I ain’t playin bitch, this is real life Weed only intensifies my depressive mood As well as enhances my ineptitude Damn, how’d his rhymes get so rude? I heard he’s ill-tempered I just spit a verse your grandchildren will remember No equal contender Fight me IRL