Lyrics Weirdos - Ramson Badbonez

Weirdos

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 (?)