Style

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My id is my I.D.
I'd rather I.D. than fight me.
The Indomitable Do-not-admit-able -
Chain-saw-wave massacre nightly.
All across Texas
dishing out checks and
makin' them think who I might be.
All across Texas
collecting exes (Xs)
see me distribute my high qi (chi) (χ).
Jack of trades of hearts
when I jack my WEEEEEEN;
Release MEEEEEE - Frozen Throne.
Calling shakers, no cards -
Rolling bones.
I'm too cold -
make 'em shudder -
they can't LEEEEEAVE.
Randall Orton
with the cutter -
Cut the phones,
They might REEEEEEE.
Look,
Don't even tell me you're breathing,
You're not even coughing, you're wheezing.
It's another level I'm at and you're peepin' me evolve degrees,
I'm not even Koffing, though - I'm Weezing.
I'm a brighter Weezy.
Ya shoulda seen me.
Ya shittin', ya shudderin',
Ya shoulda had a seizure
to please me,
Buddy boy, yes yes -
Shoulda been your best guess
that the indigo with the red vest
be the best bet I'm reppin' Tempest.
Let the blood let like a Smith & Wesson -
A stiff in the west and
you better stiffen your upper lip, kid
If you want to fit in with the best in
(best in what?)
Best in style.
Best in grace.
Best in bars.
Best disgrace.
Best in biting your style, based.
Best in biting off your face.
Best in anywhere but here,
Grab the shoulder; bite the ear -
Holy roller Holyfield -
Pull the stoner in the field.
Grill him "the hell you doin'?
You tryin' to test me, huh?
You tryin' to best me, huh?
Wan' another shot to the testes, huh?
Turn your ground beef with a beef
into grounded beef, huh?"
Your lyrics give a wry moan.
I emit it out with my rhizomes.
Still stuck using RhymeZone?
Will somebody get the little kiddie-kiddie a ride home? (Please? Thank you.)
Biddy Bye-Bye buddy boy, get outta my zone, buddy boy,
On your blue horse, buddy boy, sunbeam is now your home, buddy boy.
Icarus your raps, put 'em in a bag,
Set 'em on fire, re-burning crap.
Better go back to the past,
Pitter-patter back down another path.
Have to get laughed when you last as WACK
as a laugh-track Nick series,
backpack-clap-back crap MatPat theory.
Not a devout diss track - see how I begin;
or a discount Dith track if you phoned him in.
Feelin' lax on attack, but honing in if you seen 'em.
You're not immune, y'all forget the DMs - coming soon™.
Thought my rhyme time died, but came back for a swill.
Got a vice vise vice the things that kept me still.
I can't get out of my sleep, I'm too manic.
I can't get back to sleep - Undreamed Panic.
outro - *laugh*
Doodled.
UndreamedPanic, buddy boy.
id. I.D. I'd. All that.
shuh-shuh-shuuuh!
New EP coming soon. Probably.