The Beatlyss

As I see it, my bio is my bio. You don’t wanna go near my bio. You don’t need to have anything to do with my bio. All of my bio is my information if you even try to figure out any part even a one D of the D of the end of the a of my bio, I swear to all things Christ and Christ like and not Christ like especially that I’m gonna have to report you to the Better Business Bureau of doctors, which is probably not the Better Business Bureau. It’s probably HIPAA or like the big Pharma. Please ok fine you can have some bio here’s a bunch of it I just wanna go can I go ? No wait don’t take it , I am not going to have my bio obtained no way Jose

I approached this one fairly straightforwardly. I dusted off an electric guitar I hardly ever use, "invented" a tuning that I'm sure already exists but I couldn't be bothered to figure out what it was, and made up a short approximation of some sloppy instrumental heavy metal(?) that I thought might work for a wrestling entrance based on not watching enough wrestling to really know what that's supposed to sound like. Then I added drums and bass to that, sampled it and chopped it up, added some different drums and bass to *that* to make a basic beat, which I sent to Kordlyss... Then after getting his vocals, I restructured the beat around them. Then when I was mostly done with that, I thought, what the hell, I'll throw some vocals on the entrance theme, since that's allowed for this round and I have a little bit of time left, so I wrote something based on the backstory that Kordlyss had pitched, filling in what what the Inpatient might have been told at the hospital (or how he might remember it), and I attempted to mirror the sort of ramping franticness of his rapping style, but in a weird grunge/new-wave hybrid singing voice that's probably never come out of my mouth before and I'm not sure where it came from.

I have no origin
my story's always been this
I must admit I was admitted but I have no recollection of how I started this stint in the VPC ICU
you see they keep on trying to
feed me these bright green huge-ass
meds that apparently keep me quiet, jeez, screw
that , I'm loud and proud about being devoid of emotion regulation
I don't give a heck or a shit
I won't listen when they say Chris isn't a real persona
he is, he is, I'm the real deal Dangerfield, was a heel but only when I was just a babyface
I brake kayfabe everyday in case I hate the way I'm portrayed on stage, k?
and by stage I mean the ones they operate in, while they give out Junior Mints
impatient inpatient is my pseudonym 
it's stupid, but I'm stupid and  you're stupid if
you're tuning in to this, it's
no laughing matter, yet every bone I have to pick, is humerus 
to you crude twits since, me likey see hurt-hurt
you'll likely scream nurse nurse
when you step in the ring with me, nerd twerps
you should discharge AMA yourselves or you will be worse for wear where we're gonna end up
so don't enter this intensive
unit or care shan't be given to ya'll cause 
I always keep a red marker on me just in case I need to draw blood

the only thing I'll ever wrestle with's my sanity


every monitor's showing dropping of vital signs
when you enter a contest that I've joined I'm
mopping up Kaiju's, Idealistic mystics and fireflies 
piledriving tha go hamarai 
with a quick rock bottom on imp and navi
and a stunner to yung SLLVN
artcrow will get the sharpshooter 
and perfect plex's for all, and for me, all the Percocet's its
it's a circus act 
that they have us doing here, ya nerds, ya get it, right? 
they're trying to pit us against each other
by making us compete just to be able to eat supper 
or is it just me they're keeping in this infirmary and periodically deciding to feed something?
please, brothers, sisters, trans and gender fluid siblings 
can you help a dude who's siffering?
suffering!
ugh, god, they're taking away my viwels as we spahck
vowels as we speak, 
ow, it's hurting me
just to pronounce the words I need
in this effin dumb sentence 
fuckin Klop and Czarina have got me and Vincent fucking trapped in here and they've been making us VPC each other since the seventh one ended!
We have NO idea what year it is 
NO clue what's been going on in the world since 
fill us in since 2017, they got rid of that clown in office and he was never heard from again? 
right?
right?


it's in my nature, boys, a hitman at heart, there's nothing i can't undertake 
whether or not we win, dough, we're gonna leave you in tons of pane
i like me a good punch in followed by an even gooder punch in the face
i'm gonna fuck you all up in the most fucked up of ways
gonna jake my snake around ya face till you go 'help'
it's not my job to leave you in stitches, you can go suit yourself
to you, I hope I'm proof of hell
I hope my tune's are swell
meaning swollen, you're wide
cause my sounds make you grow twice the size, in your hearts guys
don't get any gross ideas, I'm a super empath, I'll make you feel more, why?
just cause I can 
and cause as a man, 
you probably need to be in touch with that side of your mind
break out the Faygo and the pork rinds
it's time for your lizard brains to take a quick break and enjoy life; or cry
just like, ugly, disgusting, pathetic cry, anyone who witnesses is mortified 
a horror show
don't be like kordlyss'aight
every core memory I seem to be able to harness only involves a harness and being straddled by some large guy
and after all the harm that i've
encountered through my archives 
has got me lookin somethin' like conjuctivis.gov
a site for sore eyes