Flying Lotus Funeral
[Intro]
(Beefheart-esque yarbling)

[Verse 1: Dratchface]
If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a million times, no one’s iller than I
The biggest thrill of your life, hearing me lyrically build a design
I’m better than every white rapper combined, you crackers are crying
I’m laughing behind the beat that I’ve concocted ampersand the Sandman is standing by
Creepin' into your dreams and spending all night inside your mind
I’ve psyched you out is what I’m implying, there's no use even trying
By the by, your style is swill of swine compared to mine, it’s shameful
If you need a lyric one of these days, (hey hey) I’ve got a brainful
Ain’t so tasteful with the breaks pulled, this ain’t the place to be graceful
Like an acrobat, do a backflip on the beat and land like a sack of potatoes
On the concrete, control-alt-delete, how you gonna beat this shit?
You’re obsolete, I’m non-descreet, don’t stop the beat
Okay, now stop the beat

[Bridge]
I run this game, don't ask me to say no more about it
[Verse 2: Dratchface]
Something inherent in my genetics
Born to rock mics and inspire head trips
Kinetic energy consumes me
Fuels my flow’s continuity
And who would you be if you were me?
A fuckin white rapper in the twilight of his puberty?
I’m through with being some kind of martyr for fire starters
Imma die tomorrow if the sky is too much farther
Why bother? It only ends in endlessness and friendlessness
I’m the tremendousest, too big for you to picture, dude
While you’re stitchin two near rhymes together, I come up with something better
I destroy in every aspect of my endeavors, fool

[Outro]
And you think you can front on this? You've got no fuckin' idea what you're in for, buddy. Imma, imma, I...I'll...I'll kick your ass is what I'll do. Bitch
(Fucker, what you got? You ain't got fuckin' nothing. Dratchface representing Seattle like...like...this is where it's at...with the hippin' and hoppin'...I'll...that's...I run the game)