The Too Genders (feat. JOEY Z64 & Klopfenpop)

The trendsetter Live from the left end of the bell curve Read a letter to my enemies Said Run me your self-worth, I'll see you in hell Words are perfect as they need to be Joey Z is dead & you can tell because the tv screen said it You know the giant glowing box would never lie Joey Z's alive The resurrection will be televised In other news, Joey Z is fully mechanized With red retinas & a metal heart that's been weaponized Back to normal now Word to Rick from Morty's or whatever Shut the portal down I heard a different story about your life than how you wrote it down You never held a gun but you're rapping like you Caponed it out Your rap quality based on the shortest time took My hair longer than your rhyme book Check the facts and you can see what I mean, dude There's only two genders left Me or Selene. Choose Not true. There's only one gender. It's mine and you can't have it I've arrived in a flack jacket with a sack full of bad habits Unpassable trans santa but in a dragonlance setting Hitting damage per round averages that when halved are still mad deadly Sweaty, you do the math I'll do the next adjacent exit And I may suggest your next two steps retrace your first impressions Pay attention to what's flexed In cases packed With stacks of thousands Now it's raining cats and tigers like the bears ain't been growling Throw your hands down to the lycans and define it "Achieved balance"? I'd rather just draw lines and decline the preceding challenge Romancing the slung stones, picking bones out of slim chances I fancy myself the type that probably takes a pause eventually? Then make a fist of brass And take a knee After Joey's funeral, ask them to open one more track for me I'm actually a necromancer, this rap shit is all dead to me Never met a gender that I didn't misunderstand If I even have one it's a kitten on a trip to Japan Or the hidden message in a prison striker's list of demands I'm the cryptid in your pineal gland I spread your fists into hands and plant empathy Get you listenin' to jazz and black chemistry Whatever we are we pack remnants of stars inside every orifice Bet we blast that energy I'm a fifty cent vinyl by an Austrian band I am an overbearing zealot socialized like a man I am the scar on a colonizer's dominant hand I am a people still in want of a land So baby off with the brand, full genre-agnostic Music or human, fam, you want it you got it Not I. Chosen over assigned But mine's busted, hear me rattling like it broke off inside