HEY.
…hello.
[breaks shit]
Oh.
[he grabs the man by the collar]
You—
—aren't you the kid from that one movie—
—I'm the kid from your mom's house!
—that's major disrespectful—
—I'll tell you what;
Okay?!
—you—are going to grow a mustache.
What! Why!
Because you are!
That's not going to look good at all!
Exactly my point
“The Worst Mustache Ever”
[the super buff dude forces the man to swallow two large capsules]
NO!
YES, actually.
WHAT WAS THAT.
Testosterone. Happy hair-ing.
What am I supposed to grow a mustache for?
JUST DO IT!
How are you still on that?
BECAUSE I'M STUCK IN A LOOP!
This plane is about to go down.
What.
lol do I look like I have Down's syndrome?
Yes.
Good. Let's go see the show:
Meanwhile.
lol wtf is wrong with
Nvm.
No. Hold the fuck on.
What the fuck is wrong with Gwenyth Paltrow?
Who?!
EXACTLY.
{Enter The Multiverse}
Well, surely, you must know—
No.
Well, then you probably.
Also, no.
Well then—
No. Not at all. I don't know anything;
You don't even know what I was about to say!
I don't know any of these people.
How do you not remember anything?
I was blacked out!
The whole time.
Predominately.
Man. I feel like shit,
Right?
…wanna do it again?
This nigga don't see;
Invisibility cloak over your head
Like my rhymes be;
Jesus Christ it is,
Icy biz
Damn I lost my cadence.
Something about the wizard of oz.
Man I'm slow as fuck right now.
Well, let's speed up then.
Come on, now, I don't got all day.
I'm entirely sure the whole point of avoidance
Is to avoid.
Avoid what.
This:
I might actually have to shoot you now.
Shoot me then. I don't give any kind of fuck.
Oh you don't?
No.
Get out of the way.
You don't give any fuck— at all.
No. I just want kids.
Gross.
Shoot me then.
This is Hopsin,
I would bet—
Man, the only reason I'm still listening to this song to see if he talks about his balls
L E G E N D S
Beat you up tech9
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In the end linkin park
Sister, TSHA>< Sedona <> Elohim
Something is wrong
My whole world went sepia tone
I'm getting too old for this
Show on the road and I'm bold for this
I'm in a silicone mold for this
I sold for this;
I been all alone for this
You picked a winner—
I wrote a movie then took him to dinner;
Wrote me a verse so hard,
Hard er called me a jiggger
Sure
Take a picture it'll last longer
Shut up, take your top off
Don't call me a bitch in front of my kids,
Or I'll run off ♀️
I forgot about my coffee
It's cold now
I been inside all day
Thinking bout dying alone
Wrote a letter
(I burned it)
Wrote a whole show
But I don't know what it's about
At all
I think about a gunshot wound
Straight to the head
Almost every day of my life
I used to jump the train
Out of ideation,
Now, I admire
More blunt force trauma
More lost love, huh.
A harbored fugitive
I should dwindle it down;
It was me at the end of that rope, eh?
(It sure was.)
Crocodile tears,
And a mile of paid programming
Now where were you,
Onto us—
Or just steady bearing
Good news,
As they were—
Tight noose,
As it was—
Loose strings,
And hard knocks—
Square knots and
A lot of hats.
Did you wan to fulfill our synthesis to symphonies yet?
I barred in carriage to see that
I wilted away in his essence
Then, greetings; anchored in agony
And weathered in women,
Fearing agreements.
Tethered here now and forever,
As if—
A hollow ball on candlestick
To which no court belongs.
Surely, you could see yourself dying in my arms.
Surely I saw forward and backwards and in neither direction was I at any point, anywhere other than what I ought to be;
Where I wanted to sit exactly,
At the furthest point possible
Away.
{Enter The Multiverse}
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