(Hook) Stand back, motherf**er I said I'm about to drop (x4) [Verse 1: Dratchface] It's widely know I keep a tip-top ship Hate in tip-top shape since I made “f** Hip-Hop Skits” Dratchface could spit a sh**stopper posthaste So baked, he wrote a dope script, goes and blows the whole take Just lemme know whose nose to break, there's no escape I chew MC's up, spit ‘em out, and give my dog the bones to scrape Come off it, I got this game up in my pocket With the rhymes that'll make your eyes pop out of their sockets I shall now read the agenda from the docket: While the pretenders sit it out, all the ballers will mob the mosh pit I'm sick of talkin', your schnoz the aforementioned faucet
Aw sh**, I saw ya swaddle your noggin after I clocked it Can I get a witness for the quickness? This script is rich and delicious Your style's so repetitious I'm a lyrical acrobat, you lack the fitness So come get this, sweet princess You could even bring your twin sis But you say she isn't into incest That's okay, I ain't gonna insist Now I gotta make a clever reference b**h done stole my essence So why did I spend that time on all the lessons? I better get my motherf**in' severance I'm about to drop the track off at it's scheduled stop Everybody off, don't stand near the f**in' doors, you a**holes