[Lawsuit ]

Slit your wrists, or keep sleeping in

What's the difference?

fat and lazy asshole

Should have done what your mommy asked

Before your pappy slapped her

And she took a rifle to her head right after

I'd call you a bastard,

But you're up your dad's asshole

And take after him:

A wife beater

[Lawsuit]

Totinos pizza eating demon-needer

Only go home to watch game of thrones

Cause you like [lawsuit]

Teeny weenie teens and tots

A cradle robber, gnawing on ring pops

But now you're out of options

Cause you lost me,

and I'm not God,

But promise,

She's watching me,

And watching TV with your moms

In her arms is phoenixx,

And the price is right is on

You don't believe me,

I like these demons,

They bow to me, now

“CHURCH OF SATAN!”

(Wooooooo!)

Time heals all wounds,

But not scars

When I see stars,

I shoot ‘em

Time heals all wounds

But not scars

So when I see stars,

I shoot em

God gave me rainbows

It was a hell of a rain tho

MAYbe one day I'll make gold

But right now I'm at cohens on 34th in Manhattan with my camera fascinated

We commemorated the bravery and lost angles of New Yorks bravest

Just trying get some change for laundry

Selling my MPC across from AMC

What the fuck ever an athiest is,

Is crazy as shit

Cause today, I was late —

And hating myself for it

But leaving the store at the perfect moment

To see

Magic is real

A double rainbow over Manhattan

Hugging a building I really wanted to throw myself off of

It's awful, but i'm broke, homeless and have no love

Oh my hoodness

I kicked a chicken enchilada from pret

In a split decision picked it up

Thinkin it was a present

But presently, I been pleasantly plump

And in a second I can show you

How I pump it up

Like Skrillex's girlfriend did to her lips

Mu got two shields ok

Three if you count my har

My glasses and my pants

Make me unattractive to Manhattan men

Meow

Four if you count my black skin

5 if you count my OWSLA tattoo

That's true

I don't know what that has to do with it

Age ain't nothing but a number

And fuck ain't nothing but a cuss word

And love ain't nothing but a cover

For us doing

Whatever we want

And whatever we want

Oh shit

A hose on the sidewalk

Between two traffic cones

Reminds me we live in different worlds

And in mine you're an idol

And I'm suicidal just trying to decide

If I should

Wash my clothes

Or shop at Whole Foods

So I don't die of

Microwave typhoid

Just—

Go with it.

I wrote some, not tragedies.

FLASH FLOOD WARNING:

LOW LYING AREAS

Manhattan,

You low lying bastard

You said you liked me

So I would blow you

Now I'm in a chokehold,

Bold move

It's so over

Poke me a blow hole

My echolocations suffocating me:

Locations on so I don't get lost

But still walking into crosswalks

When busses are coming

What's the point of living at all

If I can't have a body

And it's a long walk down the block

To get my clothes washed

At the laundromat

That I can't afford

Huh

Am I wrong for wanting a home

If I'm willing to work for it

At lowes or home depo

Where my boss Jose don't have a green card

But his forefathers worked harder

To cross over the border in flocks

And send American dollars home

And bought farms,

And birthed beautiful daughters

In our country

With long hair

Not corn rows

Cause black is ugly

If you're not beyoncè

And there's only one lizzo

That I know or

Does that pic the picture correctly

So have you moved out of the friend zone

Not yet

“Not yet” lol

I'm working on it.

The only way to move out of the friend zone

Without losing it all

Is to make your way to the best friend zone

And make your love

Before it gets old

Cold, and lonely

And you're the only one she talks to

When her man won't

Don't jump so high

You can't come down

I'm FBI

You're just a sad clown

Karmas comin around to bite your ass now

But not mine

White skin, blue eyes—

Wow

I should be jealous if that was the message

But I'm proud

The world's a stage,

So lose your mind,

It's lights out

[when the lights to out I lose my]

Psyche/

Nah,

I'm a paycho

I'm over it

Like cheese is to nachos—

I'm not-yo's!

Woah.

Finally.

How long did that take

Try to medicate me for bui-polar

And life's over

I'm out of my mind

And out of time, which I control

I told ya

Why do white girls always want you to bow to em

It's fucked up

That's what blue eyes do

Suck the life out you

Like a vampire and succubbus fucked —

9 Republican for 5 bucks on pornhub

The white supremacists run

Where I'm from

(But you're wife's dumb)

Just how you like em

To keep your machismo

Ego nice and fluffed

Whoops

Times up

Back to workin on my butt

so someone can love me

CUT

What. What now.

Just. So do it over.

For what. That was perfect.

It wasnt.

It was.

No, it wasn't.

Keep rolling

No cut

Keep rolling

I already stopped

FUCK

ITS BEEN A LONG NIGHT , DOUG

WHAT. Who is this.

I WANNA GO HOME.

Honey,

I'm broken

Don't love me

Really

I'm just in it for the music

Everybody wants something

I want love

But it's not for me

It's for her

I'm a performer

Playing the love game

But I chose fame

Either way, it goes up in flames

I'm sad

I got tears in my eyes

It's the music my my heart

Wellin up from my

Hunger

An

Empty stomach

Next up: Whole Foods market

What happened

It cut off.

What.

Alright, I got 19 stops to talk to God

Is that the Empire State Building

Or is that the rock

It's impossible not to

Stop

And wonder what the world wants from me—

Gangatalkera cough as I walk the crosswalk

I'm stuck on the cross in Catholicism

For all time

Awesome, isn't it?

*coughs*

Okay, Satan

Stop chasin me

First Time

Becca Mancari

(Same key as bridged by a light wave, by the way)

It's been a long day,

I forgot water, but luckily

Stalked up,

I can't turn it off, huh?

Probably not

a lot of plausible options

I got 19 minutes

To catch this bus

From sutphin//archer

I'm lost to all of it

Don't talk to God much

When it's after dark

But I've got others callin —

Long time since I called my mom

(No contact order)

You're botherin' me sir—

Of course I'm waiting on the 40!!!

My works never done or over

I'm Immortal, Morty

I came out a portal this morning

Worrying about an apartment

Another super God Complex

These bars oughtta hit in a New York

Accent only,

Depending on the borough though

Make euros and doors open

Opportunity knockin but my earplugs stuffed in

Stop talkin!

I'm starving, just wanting

A lover or

Mormon to storm in;

Inform me my callin

I'm all in, yo

I'm bored here

Brother!

Yeah.

Don't do this often

But it's poppin off, the cops are stopping

With barkin dogs

Got my hands up,

But I'm lucky, they don't want me

Got some coffee in my pocket from

Robbin the market,

But you called it, ya'll

I'm Robin Hood

But feeling good,

I'm out the hood for once—

From dawn to dusk,

Don't look at me funny

I don't do drugs

I just want money

I'm out of fucks

But someone's got a lot of em

I bough a plot a land and put

McDonald's on it

Gods talking over my recording,

My multi sensory disorders forming

Annoyances and disorganization of words,

It's horrible, but I'm sure it's all for something

Here it comes

I'm pulling off again

Lost in a borough that's suffering economically

Capitol if Karma, I call it

All the parked cars are fucked up

Like I was from my ex husband

Right—

That's where I started:

The sucker punch that created a monster

And left us all hungry

And wondering

What comes for lunch

But I'm fasting

11:11 at last, and

My wish is for a salad, a hot shower

Man, I'm just glad that I have them

Cause there's been times I haven't and

Can't live in the past, or go backwards

But my last words if I have to have them

Will probably be

“Fuck the landlords, the dirty bastards

Callin a bucket a half bathroom

Mad that blacks have them at all

Can't have equality for all

Building a mall on the Grace of the fallen—

A class act,

But I'll remember that

Stuff in a banana in my backpack

I lack SNAP benefits,

But immigrants got straight cash

I paid my taxes

So they can fuck like rabbits

And throw trash on the ground

Look around you: everything's brown

And you're fighting to get out,

But in a hour, you'll be in Manhattan

Where mansions are 100 stories off the ground

And this story's only glorified at all

Cause Skrillex wrote it in a coma

Then woke up —

And all the songs you ever heard by em

Were things I scribbled in my notebook,

Ground em up into kibble and fed it to my dog,

Who shit them out in my yard to feed the mushriooms you were chomping on

When you discovered my podcast,

Wow,

It is cosmic

I get lost when

I been literally been a starving artist

For this long, so fuck it!

Doesn't matter what happens after

The homeless shelter

I was born in hell

And guess what!

I'm still here—

I'll be in Heaven in a minute-

I split dimensions in seconds

Spinning into relevant sections of undiscovered realms of conciousness

Just to write this shit

Like I promised to Jesus, God, and the rest of the stars of my novel, before I got here

But I'm not here

I just fell into a coma

I'll wake up in the wrong year

Asking for a beer,

Here on the 4th floor

It's important you know

What I'm dying for

Ugh

Not my bus

Not my husband

Not my Fuchs to give

Not my lesson to stress on

If you're wondering what's bugging me

I don't know

I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning

Horny as fuck and hungry

But cutting myself off

From the only thing I love besides my son

(It's sugar)

Used to love music then got confused at how to do

iits been way more than 19 minutes, by the way

But i-d-k

At least the rain went away??

—that's a stretch.

What, it rhymes.

It all kind of rhymes.

Grimes.

What.

Nothin. I just wanna see your baby grown up.

Lucky, you have a cool mom

Mine's a God, but

Younger

I made her up to make me tougher

But funny enough

I'm still soft

Like bread and butter

Two things I don't eat anymore—

Cause body dysmorphia

A gift she gave me

As a baby

But maybe

What made me a fine writer

And when the tones right

I'll get the limelight

It's going to be a fine day

When I hug my son again

“It's going to be a fine night”

When I find Sonny / sunni

Pause

That's my bus

I better get on it

Fuck

Was it the rock all lit up

In my favorite color ?

It's been a long day

But tomorrows longer

Try to get up to get my stuff in order

Nothings worth this sort of blood and gore

I'm 2 in 3

Don't need four to even the score

I'm getting poorer by the minute

To my horror

Money shorter than nails : stubs

Turning a storm into maelstroms

Stuff in my stomach with kale, yum

I'm just trying to be your one and only

But upon 30 learned that for males

There's only never one

So I been sticking up on the archetypes of an ideal husband father and lover

The cosmic architect they call me

I'm callin all the gods of love to want me

So I can love before I'm 40

Give a man a family

That was the plan after all

Till disaster struck

I call him star—

Get it

Star struck me so hard

I saw stars

Then thought I was one—

But it turns out I'm the sun

And when ours grows up

I'll make sure he understands

Why his mother's fucked up

Or if I'm gone,

He can listen to this song

One More Time

Ok , I'm done

No you're not…

…UGH.

HEY, ARNOLD.

WHAT.

GET OVER HERE!

Fuck, this job sucks.

The education at PSwhatever

Was not top notch.

ORDER UP.

At all.

Alright, this goes to Long Island.

LONG ISLAND.

Yeah.

Can we talk about that gas storms?

No.

And this one's going to far Rockaway

FAR RICKAWAY?!

Lol

Okay, how to write this

Did I stutter!