Style

(Doodled! UndreamedPanic!)

(AHOOOOOO-UA-UA-UA-UA-AH-HOO-HOOOHAAAA)

My id is my I.D.
I'd rather I.D. than fight me
The Indomitable, Do-not-admit-able
Chainsaw-wave massacre nightly, uh
All across Texas
Dishing out checks and
Makin' 'em think who I might be, uh
All across Texas
Collecting exes
See me distribute my high χ, uh

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 wheezin'
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
Should'a 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, uh

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, TM
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 (MANIC!)
I can't get back to sleep - Undreamed Panic

Yeah ([Laughing])
Doodled
UndreamedPanic, buddy boy
Id, I.D., I'd, all that shuh-shuh-shuuuh!
([Laughing])
New EP coming soon, probably