Dillon Francis is delicious

Come on let me lick it on a stick

Give it to me like a big

Meat popsicle

Meat popsicle

Meat popsicle

Meat popsicle

Sample: Willy winks*

ITS WILLY WONKA

Lol are we still doing the bit where the misspellings are like a, another entirely different dimension?

Yeah.

Haha. Yeah.

—and the chocolate factory

“Lick an orange. It tastes like an orange. The strawberries taste like strawberries! The snozzberries taste like snozzberries!”

KATT WILLIAMS IS—

WILLY WONKA.

Oh hell naw!

Don't look at me;

I'm just a DJ, don't look at me—

Shaking my head, but it don't mean nothing

Don't know what you mean

You don't even see me;

I ain't even here!

Invisibility,

The MVP or VIP.

It don't mean nothing

Don't look at me!

Shaking my head, but it don't mean nothing,

Hey,

Don't look at me;

I'm just a DJ, man,

I'. The life of the party

I do know what you mean!

Shaking my head, but it don't mean nothing

I don't know what you mean—

Hey, I ain't see nothing, nope

Don't look at me

I could get some work in;

I got 12 minutes,

God as my witness

I work on my fitness

And listen to —

Simple Temptations and

limited Intervals,

Quick algorithmics,

And tentative frequencies

No more mentions for attention whores

Like Kayla Lauren!

I promise that's my last one,

That bitch is boring,

I'm not sorry but I'm soarin on my suorin

While you're snoring on my metamorphosis

Imm getting sworn in

Don't look at me;

I'm just a DJ, don't look at me—

Shaking my head, but it don't mean nothing

Don't know what you mean

You don't even see me;

I ain't even show up to work this week

OG VIP ASAP MVP

It don't mean nothing

I'm just a DJ

Don't look at me

—-

Hey Mr. wedding ring—

I'll buy you a drink,

You know,

Like an old cream soda.

Or a float,

You can drink in the bucket seat

Tell me, Mr. Wedding ring

Do you have everything you need?

I don't envy anything besides your energy and symphonies,

Please

Excuse this phony boner,

I don't know if you're alone

If this is Homer,

I'm a poet, though—

And not a poser

Hey,

Do you suppose you know the code

For doors that open up;

I walk a lonely road,

But Frog and Toad are old

And told me you'd be there to show me

(Whatever)

Woah

Where am I supposed to go from here

I'm nowhere, dear

I'm Alice lost in wonderland

And all her friends—

Even the one in red

Who wants her head

(Where'd that come from)

Yo!

It's a real bad acid trip,

I can't get a grip on reality

Can't get off the grid at random,

If you're being tracked

By the feds and fandom

Woah.

I may be one of the greatest writers in history

But will you remember me?

My ex gets

Under my skin with

Champion fashion;

It's in bad taste

But I haven't had my own bathroom

In half a millennium

Im under persenium arches

Sniffing cristanthimymums sampling Arsenio Hall

Are you ip yet?

I'm still enthralled with this story

But yo!

(Where's Unaavvi at)

I haven't been to a show

(Where's the party at)

I should be gripping a pole

(Where is Cardi at)

But it takes all day to get back to the Bronx in the snow!

Fuck New York when it's cold

And it's always cold in New York

When you don't know nobody

And your only hobby is hobbling around in the hotel lobby

Counting the robbers and gobblins

A

D Whitney's and Bobby's

The ghosts and the zombies

{Enter The Multiverse}

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