Tha Drïzzler & ByroniX Written by ByroniX, DeShawn "Tha Drïzzler" Robinson & DJ Mydnyght Menace. Produced by DJ Mydnyght Menace ℗© 2025 Madd Boyz Entertainment Inc. [Intro] [Tha Drïzzler:] Drizzle... [ByroniX:] tch-klick KYOO! "Midnight Menace made this beat, bitch!" [Chorus (Chanting): Tha Drïzzler & ByroniX] "Calm down? Fuck that RIOT!" "Say my name, bitch TRY IT!" "Mouth keep runnin’? RUNNIN'!" "Let that thang go BUY IT!" *gunshot sample* [Verse 1 – Tha Drïzzler] Vroomp! Mask on, pull up with the force of a landslide, Smack a rapper’s teeth through the glass, call it franchise. Talkin’ all that big boy shit? Now ya man died, Clack! Left his dome leakin’ colors like a tan dye. Pistol in my right, mic up in my left hand, Head tap a critic, leave his thoughts in a sweatband. Drizzle on the set, better show some respect, fam Money talkin’ ugly, got a check with a death plan. Spazz out, I don’t do peace, I just tweak Pistol whip a rapper ‘til he sound like he on beat. Fifty deep? Bitch, I came solo with the heat, Turn a cypher to a crisis, drop a body every week. Talk reckless? You gon’ learn quick that I’m reckless too, Bitch, I got a clip longer than a Netflix queue. Been a menace since a youngin’ I don’t follow no rules, Whip a rapper in his own booth, drown him in Pro Tools. Fuck y’all politics, my Glock got a veto, Chop sing like CeeLo, split his top like burritos. You tweetin’ too much? Get your thumbs took like a repo, Leave a rapper sleepin’ in a bag no Tostitos. I ain’t hearin’ none of that, I ain’t with the fun and rap, Bullets jumpin’ out like “What’s up?” this a jumpin’ jack. Hollows tap his spine, let ‘em boogie, this ain’t mumble rap, All my opps history past tense, where the numbers at?! Grrrrt! [Chorus (Chanting): Tha Drïzzler & ByroniX] "Calm down? Fuck that RIOT!" "Say my name, bitch TRY IT!" "Mouth keep runnin’? QUIET!" "Let that thang go BUY IT!" *gunshot sample* [Verse 2 – ByroniX] tch-klick VVVRRP! I don’t rap, I just verbally assassinate, I put a rapper on a plate, then I masticate! Bars so sick, got ‘em clutchin’ for the mask and cape, But fuck a hero villains winnin’, time to vaccinate! Byron! I don’t even rap, I just body beats, Turn the booth to a morgue, every verse is a homi’ spree. I make a critic bite the curb like he got rotten teeth, Put his body in the trunk keep it locked like my privacy. Tell a rapper watch your tone bitch, I’m tone deaf! All these squares throwin’ shade, they ain’t known yet. Knock a rapper out his skin, he got no flesh, Told that boy stand on business now he’s no legs! Talkin’ greasy ‘til I pull up with the muscle, Watch his circle turn to donuts when that 40 make ‘em shuffle. Muzzle on the blicky, it go kyoo!, keep it subtle, But I ain’t with the whispers, let the metal do rebuttals! Bitch, I’m disrespectful, I don’t follow no commandments, Fuck your label, fuck your chain, fuck your whole advancements! I don’t diss no fuckin’ rapper, I just close the casket, They’ll ID you from the jacket not your bone fragments! Grrrr-ruff!! Pull up, let it bark like DMX, Bitch, you sweet, I leave a rapper soaked like a PMS. Pull his plug, now his label talkin’ EMS, Say my fuckin’ name and you’ll be next BITCH, who we press?! Kyoo! Watch his soul do a kickflip, Byron at the top, I don’t mingle with no dipshits. Fuck the underground, I make the whole fuckin’ ship flip, Load the clip and click-click it’s over, bitch, dismissed! tch-klick! [Chorus Chanting: Tha Drïzzler & ByroniX:] "Calm down? Fuck that RIOT!" "Say my name, bitch TRY IT!" "Mouth keep runnin’? WILD!" "Let that thang go BUY IT!" *gunshot sample* [End]