The DeeKays - I’m the Djentiest Djent to Ever Djent… Djent

Djent. Djent. Djent-djent-djent. Seven-string tuned to subterranean doom, Polyrhythmic violence in the practice room. Count it in twelve while you’re feelin’ in four, If you can’t do math, get off the floor. Low string rattlin’, neighbors complain, My riffs hit harder than a freight train brain. Mesh of a mess of a time-sign bent, I don’t write songs… I architect djent. Mute it! Chug it! Triplet subdivision plug it! If it ain’t stutter-stepped and bent, IT AIN’T EVEN DJENT. I’M THE DJENTIEST DJENT TO EVER DJENT… DJENT! Palm-mute prophet of the low-end descent! I’M THE DJENTIEST DJENT TO EVER DJENT… DJENT! Seven strings tight with the fretboard intent! If it don’t bounce, if it don’t clench, You ain’t even close to the djentiest djent! Snare on three, kick in a spiral, My drummer’s possessed by a math-metal idol. Odd-time breakdowns crack your spine, Metronome bleeds at 5/9. Whammy squeal like a dying modem, Riff so tight it folds like origami totem. I sync my riffs with the cosmic event, Black holes collapse when I drop this djent. Downpick demon! Tone so bent! You think you heavy? I INVENTED DJENT! I’M THE DJENTIEST DJENT TO EVER DJENT… DJENT! Low string thunder from the firmament! I’M THE DJENTIEST DJENT TO EVER DJENT… DJENT! Polyrhythm tyrant of the time-constraint! If it ain’t percussive and heaven-sent, YOU AIN’T EVEN DJENT. “One-two-three-four-five-six… wait, reset. Okay now count in eleven… subdivide… No, no, no… you’re feeling it wrong.” Djent djent djent djent djent djent djent. Djent I’M THE DJENTIEST DJENT TO EVER DJENT… DJENT! Fretboard wizard of the low-end event! I’M THE DJENTIEST DJENT TO EVER DJENT… DJENT! If your riff don’t punch like cement, STEP ASIDE… YOU CAN’T OUT-DJENT THE DJENTIEST DJENT TO EVER DJENT… …DJENT.