Really Boring Intros for the Win.

I'm Tofu Daddy.

bright red packaging

organic

extra firm, affirmative

as long as I live,

it's like this

i hope you like this

take a bite

(or bite me)

ALERT: severe weather warnings for every day famous individuals

I guess I'm everybody's famous,

New day, same shit

I kinda hate this

Get the duck out my face

With the fake shit

I get it though

I'm an original indigo,

Nobody really knows me;

I stay in my lonely for the whole show,

Then go alone

Show me something I don't know

Programmed indidivulas with iPhones

Incentive awards,

Remote controlled coughers,

Mark my words,

Whatever ya wrong with you

Don't rub off on me,

But it comes back on you

To haunt you duck Starr the wifebeater

And his father

Fuck the Roberts

And all the evil shamans

Returning Coughs Karma

I'm a large scale shop of horrors

Floor of the fluer de flor

Or flora,

Either or, uh

I like your aura

For the hour

Or four,

Plus some

I get it. White supremacy. White girls are "ideal". Stop following me.

#racewar #psycological terrorism

Go support Starr Robert's he's half white and wants to be a rapper.

If you want me dead, you'll have to do more than follow me around with coughing bodies are Barbies, rearranging numbers in the honor of a godless snake charmer who calls himself a God but never apologized for tossing his son around just to beat his mother in front of em.

mamhattan on Shabbat, the who world is ducked up

I should have stayed-

mat the homeless shelter,it's hell either way

no home here

return all dirty curses to stare Michael Roberts

and Michael John,

he might have turned out better--

if his father didn't beat his mother--

map the curse is,

Buried his mother,

but you don't own me.
for every cough,

comes back the curse in reversal l

it hurts that you want her,

of course,

but nothing lasts of earth once the serpent sets his teeth in;

remember this,

I love,

then vanish from the loveless,

return the curses to the shaman;

whom you worship,

vut you'll sink and drown on his warship.
you dumb followers.

There's nothing that can fix this

(if it fits the picture)

It's just residual effect of circumference

Perhaps, it's just the geometrics mixing in with leverage

I never felt safer

Than in your arms

And I never slept sounder

How I wish that I never woke up

(I never woke up)

Soon these obsessions will cease,

And I'll end it all…

Soon these obsessions will cease,

And I'll end it all

It's honorable, you know

When the world is overpopulated

Heroic, courageous

WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO HIM?!

What! To Who?!

To Dillon Francis.

Nothing!

Look at em!

Oh, wow.

Yeah.

What happened?

You did.

I didn't do that

You did something.

Oh, what happened?

He's fat now.

He's not fat, just…rounder.

Maybe its buffness.

Maybe it's happy weight.

On crows the owl

Somebody saw it all

No knowing how, but

Somebody saw it all

know knowing how at all

But

Somebody saw it all

Somebody saw it all

They're still watching

DAVE GROHL

Well, hope tt works out for you.

What. Where you going.

Anywhere but here.

Are you serious?

So fuckin serious.

You don't want in on this?

Are you out of your mind

Yes.

Of course. That was a stupid question

wait , what happened

I don't know. I kinda figured sometimes it's best to just start in the middle of an argument. Saves me having to build suspensese–especially working with celebrity guests–

less cut takes?

Less cut takes!

Okay, who wants cupcakes.

NOBODY. THE INVITATION CLEARLY STATES

“WE HAVE COOKIES”

[silence]

[beat.]

…I'll have a cupcake

Ugh!

–yeah, I–I'll have one, too.

Are you serious.

They look tasty.

I'll tell you what looks tasty…

Tell me, i'll write a hit song about it.

Try to keep it classy.

Okay, look in here for a second.

Alright, i'm looking.

How many tracks do you see.

I don't know. At leas 5.

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Happy Hanukkah/Chanukah

-b

Is Meh, but am hungry.
has an outtro. Lol

A-Side

beaides the point

I'll be right back

I have to fight for my life

another apple cider diet

till he decides that I'm wife material

if life's spherical,

swipe nearer to here, then

you're my hero

{Broken Soul Tales--Lost Soul Tapes} #freestyle #hiphop #improv

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My documents is glitching

Must be witchcraft

(Or Glitchcraft, my other alias)

As it's getting close to Christmas

*hoodness*

Niggas, man.

My butt keeps getting bigger, man

Suit up for the sermon

I haven't gone frgun surfin as Sunni

Since SupaSunday survs.

Ahem.

Fuck Starr Robert's the wifebeater—

You wanna ride on your ex wife'a fame:

Well here it is,

That's what your name is:

Starr Michael Roberts, The Wifebeater

Comma and all

And fuck Mike Roberts Sr

For beating your mother—

(Cause you need her.)

What goes around comes around

With these words, I defeat you

Can't afford feed you;

So here go the demons

Try eating em.

I try meeting men

Looking lean and thin,

But that's besides the point—

Anoint myself in oil,

Cause what it boils down to is

I'll spoil my kid

However I see fit

Using the music I do

Cause you couldn't

Enough of that

I get reminded of the past daily,

It's a regression of Chanpion sweaters

Dirty white Nikes

And train riders with anxiety

Sitting by me

That knee shaking thing,

And coughing

“He must hate me”,

I think

Cause he never could have loved me

To put a curse on

Poor son

Growing up on McDonald's and hot pockets

—but I got nothin

My father ain't got a lawyer

So I'm undercover

Till supacree comes back

To smoke you

Keep smoking

You see me on TV

You don't know me

I don't owe nobody nothing

And feeding informants

Father for the punishments and judgements

Try punching a light skin

You like this?

It's not lyrics I write

//return to sender//

Just like this

Get out of my face

With the crazy shit!

You made me do this,

Fuck it, I'll keep pressing the red button then,

Just for the record,

I don't need medical attention

Unless it's part of the decision to let me in

To an Ivy legume college

On scholarship

So check to complex rhymes, man

Check out the complex

I'm not gonna fight over a man,

*laughs*

That's just madness and Satanic,

I'm way past hate and angst;

Please!

The “Prince of Peace”

Is reading this

Vengeful and revenge seeking

Cause I promise

I'm not confrontational,

Multi-national linguist,

Entertainer of languages,

Maker of sandwhiches,

And handsome Skrillexes.

I riddle this nigga for dinner;

For pleasure and other reasons,

The change of the seasons is over

It's cold as fuck

Like my heart is

I'm an artist

What the fuck do you want

Been made to suffer too long

*coughs*

Cover your mouth you programmable posessivle depressive sons of bitches—

Whoever did this is gonna get it

(Unless it's the government)

Crumbling under itself for what it did l

To the inhabitants of the Divided Fakes of

unbearable unaffordable divorced mothers and fathers,

Sisters and brothers unrecognizable to each other anymore

Over fucking currency—

I'm done with earth!

If all you want is money to buy stuff

Keep struggling and suffering

Of love is gone

Then so is time

And so is I am

I am I

You wanna kill me?!

Now you die.

Return to sender.

Wife eating little puert ass bitch.

Can't forgive someone who never apologized

Cause the statute of limitations isn't up

I'm not giving up,

I love my son;

I'll send the aliens to pick him up

—A Rendezvous;

A Coup d'état,

An “I love You” from afar,

Though I'm lost,

Might not come back around,

Might be one, might be dos

Might be God or just

The other one

For the love of money

Here's a double dose of

“Shut the fuck up”

With a spoonful of sugar,

From the Wrong Mary Poppins

Where it pops off,

In the long run.

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