Weirdos - Ramson Badbonez

Whenever I would step into the backstage

The area went quiet and dark as a Batcave

May my fanbase stay strong like a Bonsai

Reminding I’m a python in the heart of this rat race of rhymers and DJ’s

Trippy and sly, combined with guys that beat make

Sniffing up lines, the draws grind til their teeth mates

Blazing blue fire, (?)

Of weirdos alike, the art of this vigilante

Came to regulate the freak show

With all these mini MC’s who decorate their egos

Tripping out to the chilling infamous sound of this torpedo hitting decks and

aim to reload

Big amounts of ridiculous vigorous hipsters

In the midst of manipulative Indian-givers

Been predictable, driven by the industry in 'em

Lips are vindictive, with illiterate Twittering fingers

Way too quick to claim legacy

When they allegedly made a great legend

But bit the same breddas to get fake acceptance

The rest of them I’ll befriend in fluorescence so we can see why

I disengage and evade while they play these same scenarios, here we go

And we can see through (?), freakshows of weirdos

I bare shows on ketamine, sweating their clothes

Through the bong, from overdose, heroes in queer mode

So my hair grows like scarecrows

To my earholes, just so I don’t hear those weirdos

Showcasing same acts as main attractions

Infant behaviour patterns bringing a chain reaction

Of fake Stans, living Instagram via viral chat and play apps

While dispatching the fatty acids that their brains lack

In a coma haven, for the vultures of cultural appropriation

Racial bias, clear as sky in hi-tech animation

Pied pipers are rhyming for widespread validation

(?) hating other rappers behind their backs

Then go collab with them, what kind of style is that?

Bite and blag a popularity personality conquest

With heads hyped up with their Viking hats

Blind as bats amongst the zombies

Rapping like a wannabe crappy copy of me

What’s the expectancy of contained jealousy

When Illinformed and Ramson Badbonez connect kinetically?

Through proceed with cold feet to mould scenes

Through smokescreens while ODing on codeine

So weak for the fame though

Keeping the vain (?)

Attention cravers when they’re facing their name though

As a rapper or trap star

Having to act large, flashing a cash card

Ask the lameo’s in parts that play roles

Of racists that don’t know they’re slangers with patois

Marks with a vagina, higher diaphragms

While artistic saliva on my idle hands

And by design these bystanders all trying to rap

Matches the diagram of my bio mass

I contract expanding to your nemesis

Flatten the premises with a rad little experiment

Defense or offensive is the rhetoric

While most pay expensive expenses for the excrement

Invest your swat flies, with dividends confined

To online profiling, with weirdos whining

What?

Their top five

Is the manufactured rappers so blind that shows miming (?)