(Intro – whispered, warped)
Tick-tock, flip-flop, shadows drip-drop…
Pages twist crooked when the rhyme bones knock…
I hear him… comin’ back…
With a hat too tall and a grin pitch-black…
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Verse 1 (Dark / Fast / Seuss-style turned sinister)
I’m in a room with a boom-boom bassline bending,
Ink-drip dreams where the rhyme-scheme’s ending,
Red fish bled fish, blue fish too,
Green eggs rot when the fear seeps through.
Books start twitchin’ while the halls get cold,
Lines un-rhyme then rewind uncontrolled,
Creatures crawl out when the cadence snaps—
Chop-rap speed with the demonized raps.
Split-tongue twisted, linguistic ballistic,
Syllables spittin’ like a fully automatic,
Pages crack open like a trap door crypt,
Words curl up like smoke when the shadows shift.
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Hook (Dark, bounce, still Seuss-style)
Who’s that tip-tap creepin’ out the rhyme?
(Hat too tall, shadow outta line)
Flip-that script, twist-that spine—
He warps that world one word at a time.
Tick-tick-trap with a chopper flow snap,
Ink runs red when the creatures unwrap,
Read too deep? Ain’t no comin’ back—
There’s a shadow in the hat and it’s ready to attack.
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Verse 2 (Faster / Chopper)
I go skrra-da-da-da with the syllables, sinister,
Lines more sharp than a Grinch-heart finisher,
Hop on a block and the block starts twitchin’,
Fox in the box but the box keeps hissing.
Cat in the back with a crack in its grin,
Thing One, Thing Two try to drag me in,
Whirlwind spin with a pen-blade slash,
Every rhyme hits like a flash-grenade blast.
High-speed cadence, brain vibratin’,
One-fish, two-fish—now they mutatin’,
Horton hears screams in the cold night air,
But nobody hears me when I spiral in there.
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Hook (repeat)
Who’s that tip-tap creepin’ out the rhyme?
(Hat too tall, shadow outta line)
Flip-that script, twist-that spine—
He warps that world one word at a time.
Tick-tick-trap with a chopper flow snap,
Ink runs red when the creatures unwrap,
Read too deep? Ain’t no comin’ back—
There’s a shadow in the hat and it’s ready to attack.
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Outro (whispered / eerie)
Turn one page…
Turn one more…
You don’t read him…
He reads you from the core…
Flip that rhyme…
Break that beat…
And pray that hat
Don’t find your street…
KylePatrick
