I'm looking for The Nigga, Skrillex?

Oh— NiggaSkrillex?

No, no The Nigga, Skrillex.

So, Skrillex, The Nigga.

...no.

Then, NiggaSkrillex.

No, just— wait, which dimension is this?

So I turned to a dark spirit- because here I was, with little money, and not enough love., to give anymore or to get anymore and the more I thought about it, as awful as it sounded,

NAH, FUCK THAT.

what.

I know what you're thinkin' Jimmy Fallon—

No you don't.

I do! And you know what!

I do.

OH NO!

OH NO WHAT, what I miss?!

SHE MARRIED EM!

SHE MARRIED HIM?!

YES

NO

They're getting married.

GREAG.

Who the fuck is “Greg”

Ah, nah.

I had the strangest feeling—all of a sudden, I was a stranger; I realized I had no longer the charitable wholesome qualities of my former self, but—

::|pause.

Canabliss,

I can't adapt to this madness in Manhattan

Manic? Bitch!

I just wish for a pic of a dick

A scratch to itch this skrillex addiction

Or some attention from spenders

Pitchin a tent instead of pitching this flick tk Netflix

Flicking the bean to this teeny meanie

No beanies and weenies for me;

Just some Wheetus and Penis—

Till I wake up from this dream,

At least.

Lol you're so gross.

Whatever.

Alright— unpause.

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Lol. Niggas in Paris.

Oh! Shit!

Skrillex is Niggas.

Everyone is Niggas.

(But Especially Skrillex)

BALL SO HARD MOTHAFUCKAS WANNA—

GO TO BED.

Sorry mom.