Challenge Of Trademark Truths

So you think you can break me down?
Knock my feet from up on the ground.
I'm a monster you will see!
Cut my teeth on the ol' chopping tree.

All the glitter that painted your face, (was)
A humongous craving, for a bumbled disgrace.
Wash the moustache on tyrannical feud:
A family of mongrels not willing to chew.

I don't belong in your prophetic box,
(Just a joke for your wordsmith?s crock).
Stereotype till you know who I am,
While I unravel your master plan.

Eighteen chords wrapped around your neck,
Ear worm fissures noting candid dialect.
Count the losses, channel all your rage,
A gaggle is worthy in your life-changing maze