He got such a big ego

New Hoe look like Shego: Evil

Holy Moley Photoshop, cause she old

The Bold and The Beautiful Body,

It bothers me: the ugly Sunni

Blue eyes and white guys give donations

OnlyFans Lonely

Meanwhile, my Hatian ass is hatin

Guess she granted his birthday wish, damn

And all I get is a $10 kiss

Lips luscious and thick—

If I was a chick,

I'd probably be on Skrillex's dick

But the nigga's a chicken

Goes creepin in festival tents

At the end of the evenin'

Pickin on fans with no friends at events…

...what is this???

THIS IS SKRILLEX .

She's in total crisis mode;

No phone, no home, nobody to Hold

Turns out the Highway to Hell is paved with Gold

Music Notes, engraved with all the songs that he ever wrote;

Beethoven's main language was how aliens spoke in the cosmos, before you and I could know how to know.

Low and Behold, Two Halfs of one Whole Soul.

Now, Go Home.

Th3 D3vil's D3n

——-

She's trapped in a fat black trash can

She makes friends at wasteland

She takes tabs that taste bad

DAMN.

Half an acid after ASAP crapped on the map,

Back to the BASSPOD for some awful crap

She tried to dance to,

She's trying—she's trying, but can't

Thinks about camp, and the wristband she grabbed as a sample

But the black man, her first fan, is holding her hand

His first rave ever was at the promised land

She left with a plan, panicked in Alaska, then ran

Went manic with Uncle Sam, damaged;

A sacrifice, like a lamb

They call for Christ, and she wants to answer but hasn't;

Advice from dad—

“Humankind has gone mad.”

The Day Met The Night

She had to miss the man in the hat; but was glad

The act she caught was by an artist that's also black

Bass music lacks much, in fact;

Every since Skrillex did it,

Everyone else just does that

WAH-WAH-WAHN

...heh.

Now they're programmed and mathematical,

Dubstep is had,

Everybody loves Excision and forgot how to dance;

No offense to Jeff,

It's just his fans are the worst—

She was still in the hearse, but witness to the dress rehearsal.

Till Death Do Us Part,

So she did; but Rest In Peace, she didn't—

She was almost asleep, then here comes

The Nigga, Skrillex.

The Aliens Did it.

NO WE DIDNT. THE GODS DID.

Call it Divine Intervention

Right on Time for Dentention

He wreaked of all the sadness and Liquor

The Poor Thing, he needed attention she couldn't give it, just wished she didn't exist

She was shook, and just booked it out of the

Soul Kitchen

The whole mission was meant to be a means of prevention; A rockstar musician and a mystic's intuition

At Intermission, she interviews with Inside Edition—

When he makes his entrance,

She breaks away just to kiss him

But Listen:

In this dimension, the Media Captures the passion

She had for the man on camera, a scandal happens!

His girlfriend's mad, his fans all hate this random fat black actress, or rapper— whatever she is, she woke up famous, and the FanGirls attack

They all love Sonny; Fight over him in forums like vultures;

It's part of the culture, she knows because she studies producers—

But this one is different, there's only one Skrillex—

A loser;

Money talks and bullshit walks, and that's an evil doer;

She just calmly walked away, she couldn't do him the favor

He just came into her life, and then he came back never;

Now she just wonders what would have happened, had she acted on impulse;

His hands were right between her thighs, but then he acted repulsed, as his fingertips brushed the skin of her belly—

The Curse of her body: reality's depiction of gluttony;

We all need love.

Perhaps what Sonny needed was hugs,

But Ugly she was, and had been cracked like a nut;

A scar on her lip,

A scar on her eye,

The Sun God marked “Mine”

Blinded by the light, polite tidings, moonlit nights fighting the right side— look at the bright side;

We are alike, right?

We like white.

Fine.

What is a pawn to a Knight?

What's a King to a Queen?

A Lion to a Lioness might seem to be priority;

In reality it's just another misogyny

She knows she needs;

He needs nothing.

Rafiki, believe me—

I did see Simba under a Tree,

With a Hog and a Meerkat, I think

Take it easy on the DMT,

Before Disney reads this catastrophe.

Well, that's random.

Well, so is Skrillex in your tent.

Is he for sale, or for rent?

Is she no more than a friend?

I'm offended, but get it—

That's just how it is, with a rich kid;

I lost 200 pounds, but she's posing for “fitness”,

Basic ass bitch-ness

Forget this shit.

At the core, I resent it;

I fell in a horrible instant

Aplorable, isn't it?

Now I just want to prevent;

I saw through dimensions,

Prayed for him,

I went and I fasted

Attracted spirits out of crypts with magic

I flew the black flag, ship wrecked on an island and died again,

All my friends and Family in heaven keep mentioning him

I don't know what he did,

But I'm just trying to save—

Shh. What did Tim say?

He tried to warn me about Garrett before I even knew his name;

It's fucking crazy,

But I lost it when he passed away—

I remembered the day I called

“A Long Drive, With You, Friends”

Cause I was stuck in the Skrillex attempting to decipher the message;

Ran down the mountain pouting about Dillon Francis,

But when I got back to town, I found out what the past is;

Los Angeles was smaller, but still back to back traffic—

I looked down from Elysian Park at all of the Classics;

It had to be about the 60's, it was a nightmare—

Time Travel would be fun, if I had chosen to go there,

But no!

A flash went off as I was leaving the mountain,

I didn't even feel the phototelepoertation,

It was instant.

I'm a crackhead,

I'm a mental health case—

Five years ago, I said I'd run for President someday

I knew as the words came out; it was a fatal mistake

I became #1 Enemy of the State

The USA was under a brand new administration,

We went Global, White Supremacy Funds Corporations

Now it doesn't matter what I say or do;

On paper, I've been documented as…

Doesn't matter.

The worst of it was,

They gave me Sonny's head on a platter

“Invest In Water”

Telepathy is easy for me;

But gnashing of teeth?

I listen to Skrillex, the secrets I keep

Now I'm starting to weep,

Take it easy—

He's probably busy.

I'm standing in line at the showers, he's disappearing

I can't believe it;

His name wasn't on the roster

An imposter, impossible;

I already saw him

His mom worries, a lot—

But I don't know which one,

She begged and pleaded for me to save her son

And the West was won,

Annie went and got her gun

She's ugly, but she's skinny and she's also a slut;

A DJs just a squirrel with a nut—

Always looking for another with some tits and a butt

Looks young? So what?

ID says Connecticut, just turned 21

But she's sucking her thumb

Dumb DJ wants to have fun

Now thunder has struck;

At least this time I'm in luck—

I don't know what he's done,

But Space Jesus is giving everyone a good in for their money,

Here bassnectar comes;

My assumption was—you've seen one, it applies to all of them.

Apparently not, my previous favorite

Previous, I say, because I think someone paid him

As years pass by, I see what I've written—it's clearly a given, perhaps this is the reason I've risen;

This is a prison.

I don't want to listen to Skrillex.

I'm so sick of Dillon Francis,

And being a black chick

I'm so sick of fitness models

And Instagram fitness

I'm so sick of Sonny Moore and this aryan woman.

According to the Book or Mormon,

I'm rather important,

But neither myself or they would admit it—

Untraceably ancient, they have questions of our Family's origins

I'm like,

Just ask Skrillex. That dudes way more a force than I—not adopted, but unwanted, and unaborted.

Now I'm imported, an immortal now with African heritage—

Not African, but they have to call me African American or black like, statistically—

Thats seeming racist again, I think.,

I'm also indigenous—but white people see me as black;

Blacks know that I'm half, they laugh and turn their back,

As if.

The Black Cat in the hat sat and splashed blood on his mask; he had to attack the bampheramph master, acting as captain

He can't stand him, now he's trapped in a mansion with Dillon Francis and a Masked Banana,

Happy with Hammocks for batting practice.

[Skrillex is resting in a hammock. The masked banana Approaches.]

WHAT THE FUCK.

CUT TO:

Here he is.

is he dead?

No, he's Skrillex.

Don't be stupid.

That's a shiner.

It's a doozy…

...This Nigga.

This Nigga.

This NIGGA.

Uh oh.

Where is Skrillex?

I found him.

He's over there.

He's over WHERE?