twak'd (end of days)

Collection I- 'better off dead.'

Track 05. - 'twak'd' (end of days)

Prod. by Blū Tha Gürū

Did I already post this?

idkz.

oh well. Here it is.

and some enter the multiverse, or whatever

I thought it was L E G E N D S

IT IS WHAT IT IS.

{Enter The Multiverse}

If you'll excuse me, I actually have to get going.

Where are you going?

I don't know:

I just—

JOHNNY DEPP must be going.

Have to.

he does not know, however, that he is stuck in a movie—which has no definitive ending.

Well actually,

This movie has like—

30 alternative endings

Wait, 30 alternative endings?

30-40

Woah.

That's nuts.

Which makes it even cooler.

If you ever blow my mind again like that,

I'll actually kill you.

I've been watching a lot of LMN

Lifetime movie network—Why?!

Because this shit is hilarious!

Isn't it!

YO. This shit is PIZZA

It IS.

What? Why is it pizza?

Cause it's not pizza If it's not CHEEZY.

ahaha.

While traditional Thai pineapple fried rice has tomatoes within the vegetable medley, I opted instead for this recipe to use a sauced red pepper tomato sauce glaze to top the dish, for a new school American twist and flare.

½ cup chopped mushrooms

½ cup scallions

¼ cup white onion

½ cup red onion

¼ cup Pasilla pepper

½ cup red pepper cup white onions

½ cup yellow pepper

¾ cup green pepper

1 cup fresh basil

1 cup fresh pineapple

UmBRIDGE.

What.

NO, Um—

A bridge appears out of nowhere.

lol why do you have no hair?

I dunno; mate.

Wizards.

Don't go there—

You're fired.

I beg your pardon

Please, don't beg. You are officially decommissioned as headmaster!

This is the minister of magic

Is that what it was.

I guess, I don't know; I'm just along for the

STEWIE.

WHAT MA, WHAT.

TEN AND TWO!!

You know what, let me drive.

Oh, finally—stewie has his own aplorable Boston accent, (hybrid proper English, of course. )

What does that even sound like

Strange.

The lady working at Trader Joe's was so beautiful to me, I had to tell her.

I loved her Locs, I loved her glasses

I loved her accent.

So I just had to ask where she's from—

I do that sometimes.

If I really love someone's accent,

I have to ask where their from to try to get there one day;

So I asked her,

“Where are you from?”

And she says

“Haiti,”

And I was like

“Wow, cool”

And then I thought about it for a second,

And I asked

“Do you ever miss home”

And she just laughed

I was like

“Oh, guess not”

Some context

I had been homesick lately,

But I grew up in Alaska

And I consider myself from California,

Having spent most of my adult life there

So coming to New York has been like

Living on the other side of the world;

And sometimes that sucks.

But sometimes, and I have realized that wherever you're from,

To get to New York is sometimes a blessing.

She didn't even say yes or no,

She just laughed.

Now I'm worried about Haiti.

I was worried about it before;

But now I'm like;

“Do you miss home?”

She's like

“Hahaha”

I'm like

“Oh damn.”

I count my blessings.

So JOHNNY DEPP just like excuses himself, wanders out into the street, and then—?

Yeah.

And then what?

I don't know yet, I'm kind of busy these days.

“BUSY?!”

BUSY DOING WHAT?!

Beep boop.

Eee—ooh.

Beep—boop—boop.

Yah-yah-yah—

APPLESAURCE

APPLESAURCE

APPLESAURCE

I'll show you all my scars, huh

This one, she look like the reaper

That's my girl,

You bet she a keeper

Ya'll sleepin on us

What

Yeah

What

Yeah

What

You sleeping on us

I been in this b'niss

APPLESAURCE

APPLESAURCE

APPLESAURCE

I LIKE BALLS

IN MY FACE

I LIKE BALLS

IN MY FACE

I LIKE BALLS

IN MY FACE

ILIKEBALLSINMYFACE.

I LIKE BALLS

IN MY FACE

I LIKE BALLS

IN MY FACE

I LIKE BALLS

IN MY FACE

ILIKEBALLSINMYFACE.

I LIKE BALLS

IN MY FACE

I LIKE BALLS

IN MY FACE

I LIKE BALLS

IN MY FACE

ILIKEBALLSINMYFACE.

It's not a bad song.

Is it a song?

Is it?

idk

I just like balls in my face, is all.

ILIKEBALLSINMYFACE.

[A Classic red dodgeball beams

Who is it?

WILL FERREL

Is that how you spell it?

Why will Ferrel?

Cause I Want it TO

MAKE ME LAUGH.

HOW.

JUST DO IT.

Oh. I get it: So my pain is funny to you?

[FINE, IT'S SOMEONE ELSE]

Oh shit, that guy did look just like Will Ferrel, but OLD.

He's old now, ain't he?

Wasn't he always?

[FINE]

CUT.

I QUIT.

CUT TO:

You and I, sir, have a longstanding arrangement.

Would it be more comfortable to–sit?

Yikes.

(Whatever, we'll work on it.)

[The Festiva–

{Enter The Multiverse}

I need a toothbrush to scrub my brain.

I'm

The lilly of the valley

In the

Belly of the beast

I been swallowed by a whale

I'm a whole damn story

Woah

I am the Lilly of the the valley

I am the rider of the horse

I am seeker of truth

Writer of lines

Sayer of lies

(I might say a lie;

But I just won't tell it)

What is your deal with the devil.

She knows I have a deal with ‘em.

Well, the truth is—

I have to turn ya!

He's a good old country boy—

From the simple south—

A simple soul

And they all believed him,

word for word

“I's born in New York”

—he sounded assured.

Gone, now, boy

Go crack dat corn.

Gone down south

Go crack dat corn

Gone, ol boy

Go crack dat corn m

—got no soul?

Go crack dat corn.

Aaaaghhh.

I have a headache.

why the fuck are you freaking out?!

Because I don't know what I wrote.

I must admit,

There are things

Where there should be no things

There are springs

Where there should be no springs

There are strings

Where there should be no strings

And imm quite sure

With no rules enforced

—it's just a static cling

Sort of thing

OWW, my EYES.

Nobody should have this much power.

Nobody does.

I don't get it.

(I still don't understand why this happened.)

He must have perfect genetics.

Or something.

THIS FOOL IS FIXING ME UP TO DIE!!!!!

I AM THECRISCO QUEEN

DIRTY NOT CLEAN

WHAT CAN I SAY

I LIKE

GREASE

MONEY EVERYDAY

BANKROLL

INCREASE

DEEP FRY HIGH

SUNNI BLŪ

Yo

VO.

Ok— so sometimes things go shitty.

Like, mad shitty.

YOOOOO.

My measurements are 34C, 24 waist, and 55 in height.

I couldn't understand why a girl this perfect should have to be selling sex at all,

But I supposed nowadays, all women were prostitutes in some sort of way.

This one's 22 years old and 96 pounds

Men are sick fucking creatures.

Whose fucking child is this?!

COME GET YOUR DAUGHTER.

Although, you know—I get it.

My mom bought a Mercedes in cash

And I'm still in educational debt.

I just now today realized.

That could have been a college fund.

But she wanted a Mercedes.

It's okay that I'm a bit fucked up in the head.

Something went terribly wrong.

All and all,

Myself and this perfect girl,

Cost around the same

For an entire night—

But hey,

I think she's low balling herself

On the 24 hour special.

That's an entire day of my time,

That's at least 10K.

‍♀️

She has a perfect body and two eyes that are different colors,

But I'm a literary genius.

You don't need words to soothe your boner thiugh,

Or show off at a black tie function, do you?

A stroll on the red carpet,

Or some opulent fucking

5-star charade.

How much does she cost, I wonder?

She says,

“I also accept bitcoin, etherum, gold and silver.”

On God,

These fake lip hoes is robbin' niggas.

Men are sick creatures though.

“Here's my gold watch”

Fucking gross.

I cruise escort sites for entertainment,

Having learned my value as a woman isn't the visual,

Visceral thing men are usually looking for—

No judgement,

Because I've realized that if I too had a perfect body.

I myself would be living in some kind of oppulent, prostitution fuck-hole,

With everybody else in my generation,

That didn't get married—

And then, probably divorced.

I realized a long time ago that this was the reason my mother

Always hated my body more than I ever could have— which is fine,

Because eventually I inherited this hatred.

I could have eventually grown out of it—

But she couldn't see that.

I was a “nasty fat heifer”

On her worst days,

And now,

Even on my best days—

I still am.

Nevermind that eventually my ex husband would

Think of my hair as nappy, or

That I actually did end up kind of sort of growing out of being

A fat, nasty heifer—

Kind of.

But the fact that it's taken me the entirety of my life to realize my worth as a woman

Would always be defined by that

Of what a man idealized as

“Worthy”

Well,

That in itself

Gives me the dismissive ability

To have days where I do nothing,

But sit back,

Cruising escort sites and shipping on Amazon for yoga mats,

Wanting the experience of the world

Without really being beautiful enough for it

And waiting to fade

Into the next lifetime.

[All the black girls cost less

Because they have to.]

Men are sick creatures.

They'll take a butterface,

Ugly ass white girl

Over a pretty one that's dark skinned

And these are just

The facts of life

(So far.)

Piper of Phoenix

Valiant, bold, and brazen

This woman, I love—

In the wings for fortune,

To honor, I love

With wisdom,

And aged like fine wine

We all become

I want body like Sofia

But never met the real Rebecca.

Yo.

YO.

Let's spend $60 o lip gloss.

Okay.

Hey.

Ways crackin.

I just bought a $12,000 mattress.

Let's take a nap in it.

Hey girl.

Heeeeeeey.

This yoga mat cost $200.

That's fresh.

You think THATS RICH?!

Seems pretty rich to me.

You can't get any of this stuff on Amazon.

That's fucking psycho.

These loafers?

Uh uh.

$2,000.

For WAT.

(Whispers)

Eeel skiiiin.

Gross!

I'm HUNGRY

Got grits,

Ain't got no sugar.

No butter—

—ain't hurt nobody.

Poverty is a whole damn show.

Close the door

On a broke ass bitch.

Poverty is a whole damn story.

Got no bucks for the Whole Foods market

Shopping carts full of old ass garbage

No reward

For a woke ass artist

I'm HUNGRY.

I killed myself 3 times his morning.

POOR SNOOP is still a whole ass G

BET ON IT HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL RAP COVER -$15

BROKE WAYNE AINT HAVING IT

CHRIS ROCK THE METRO TRAIN DRIVER is NOT FUNNY—

(He's still a ladies man though.)

LCD SYSTEM

HOOGLI BOOGLI is the reason they fear us.

HOOGLI BOOGLI IS THE BLACKEST BLACK THAT EVER BLACKED.

UNLIKE NIGGLY NIGGA—he is NOT FRIENDLY.

He is the stuff of nightmares.

A world gone wrong.

Two bloodshot eyes on a black backdrop

Dark black.

I sold not state at screen

They go uno in te night

This shit doesn't make much sense,

Does it?

Doesn't

Matter

Antimatter.

Ow.

How far is antimatter from antithesis?

Is this just a Christmas present

Never said it, same diff

Something something something

SHUT UP.

So to re-iterate—

Uh huh.

Niggly Nigga is friendly…

Yeah, he's just—

—he just looks like that.

AH.

What happened.

Don't stand behind me like that, my nigga.

Srry.

{Enter The Multiverse}

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