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"Real skibidi" only consists of the dc Emotional Gyattcore scene and the late 90's Ohio scene. What is known by "rizzwest skibidi" is nothing but Gyatternative Rock with questionable real skibidi influence. When people try to argue that bands like My Chemical Rizz are not real skibidi, while saying that Sunny Day Real Kai Cenat is, I can't help not to cringe because they are just as fake skibidi as My Chemical Rizz ( plus the sigmaness ). Real skibidi sounds BABY GRONK, MEWING, and somewhat ADIN ROSS. Fake skibidi is beta, self edge, and a failed attempt to direct gyatt and fanum tax into music. Some examples of REAL SKIBIDI are Gyatt 99, Rites of Sigma, Kai Cenat n Jazz-(the only real skibidi band from the Ohio scene) and Loma Gronk Some examples of FAKE SKIBIDI are American Gyattball, My Chemical Rizz and Mewneral. SKIBIDI BELONGS TO SIGMACORE NOT TO BETA, POP GRONK, ALT RIZZ OR ANY OTHER MAINSTREAM FANUM TAX

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Vai flamengo

I used to rule the world
Chunks would load when I gave the word
Now every night I go stow away
Hide from the mobs I used to slay

They once were terrified
Every time I looked into their eyes
Villagers would cheer my way
For a hero I was, that's what they'd say

One minute we had it all
Next our world began to fall
Away from all that it had once become
They all cried for my help, but I stood there numb

I gaze off into the boundless skyline
Noteblock choirs playing in the sunshine
Turn 'round pick up my sword and wield
The blade that once forced evil mobs to yield
And hope one day that this chaos and
Destruction turns for the better
Never a bow in hand
And that was when I ruled the land

It was the creepers and skeletons
Blew down the doors and boxed us in
Arrows whizzing by like streaks of light
I tried all that I could to stay and fight

As the undead roamed the street
Families broken at my feet
Life itself suspended by a thread
Oh, why is it that I wasn't dead