Style-o-maniac (feat. Chaos Kid)

[Eminem]

Circumstances

And hazard advances

I dwell with the Mr. Mathers

Come, fish you boy giving that sap of cypress out, take a ride with pride

I got it to harass a bully

Surrounded by [?] scuity

I look to the inner self, found the shelf

Toughened it, wasn't it?

Just relax, it's practice

Selected the math to correct, I'm perfecting

Entered with the prep for understanding, I pen my programmers

Turned around, fought

But I was caught and sending the password fat, we trapped

We bending the rap words, we're sacked and sent and concentrated on culture

Around the future, and this brochure

But what was that? I can not, continued on

Building, fulfilling my deepest need

Meeting, greeting, go in and see

The people who speak the truth shall find it

Inside the rhyme, that's time

[Chaos Kid]

Check again, penning now

Now we're done, and my [?] goes by

Y'all looking [?]

[?] Pesterin' and slice your life

Can you catch it? Go and fetch it

Put [?] and - smooth - stop!

This style elevates my ego

You can't reach me! Drop

There's nothing to teach me

That two- pizass I blew past her gas

Revigorant, for instants

Your system [isn't?] this

Mind collapsing, a profession

I'm professor and you're a student

You can't do it, move it

You ruined 'em when I do in this Chaos

You're not the Kid, you're not the one

You're not [my?] son, you looked in the mirror and burnt your face

I'm sick of them, and I am giving you the guillotine

That's my style when I rhyme

Yo Manix, bass

A purified example

A sample amplified

Access [?] environment or not

Shiny up a buzz

The [?] must stop burglars

And others, that come

Some biters with desires

To overthrow my kingdom

That kingdom comes with questions

Answers? None, somewhat bum

But get done, by my tongue

Am I through? You are [?] I just begun - Check it out!

Same old, same old, I'll throw out my [?] if my mouth survive

To shout out a unique style

I'm giving ya a little bit of my ver-si-tali-ty

My perso-nali-ty jumps out and

Look at your toes

Those are wet

Toughest bet we'll [?] your scab

Running in fear, this polar bear will

Eat your head for breakfast

I collect your [?] for toothpicks

You drop you gon' break your jaw

I swear, numb by rhyming style

You can't seem to grisp this concept

Have normal format structures

But you heard of mine "crumble puncture"?

Explicit my thoughts, better test it

Go back rewind it, find it

Analyze it, size it up

Couldn't find it, mesmerized

That hypnotized to [pastas?] rough

Get your unconscious stress, perplex at what I've said, where's my head

And this [?], open this bag, take who can

Begin to comprehend what I said

[?], I take my pen, and once again continue

On, strong, my son

It's the music of blind

Your eyes are go indoors

If you hear it, you got sight

Blurt this rap [?]

Intellectual indulgence

Focus on format, where they at?

None [?] will tell

One, I stand, but hang you by bare hands

Understand, to a-be confused

Is common, and a world that [?]

You're a [?]

Where our reflection strike ends

The spotlight that captured the mistery

Behind my rhyming style

They gonna break down!

[I'll?] think they get mad at [?], man