KOMBAT.

[Lawsuit ] Slit your wrists, or keep sleeping in What's the difference? fat and lazy asshole Should have done what your mommy asked Before your pappy slapped her And she took a rifle to her head right after I'd call you a bastard, But you're up your dad's asshole And take after him: A wife beater [Lawsuit] Totinos pizza eating demon-needer Only go home to watch game of thrones Cause you like [lawsuit] Teeny weenie teens and tots A cradle robber, gnawing on ring pops But now you're out of options Cause you lost me, and I'm not God, But promise, She's watching me, And watching TV with your moms In her arms is phoenixx, And the price is right is on You don't believe me, I like these demons, They bow to me, now “CHURCH OF SATAN!” (Wooooooo!) Time heals all wounds, But not scars When I see stars, I shoot ‘em Time heals all wounds But not scars So when I see stars, I shoot em God gave me rainbows It was a hell of a rain tho MAYbe one day I'll make gold But right now I'm at cohens on 34th in Manhattan with my camera fascinated We commemorated the bravery and lost angles of New Yorks bravest Just trying get some change for laundry Selling my MPC across from AMC What the fuck ever an athiest is, Is crazy as shit Cause today, I was late — And hating myself for it But leaving the store at the perfect moment To see Magic is real A double rainbow over Manhattan Hugging a building I really wanted to throw myself off of It's awful, but i'm broke, homeless and have no love Oh my hoodness I kicked a chicken enchilada from pret In a split decision picked it up Thinkin it was a present But presently, I been pleasantly plump And in a second I can show you How I pump it up Like Skrillex's girlfriend did to her lips Mu got two shields ok Three if you count my har My glasses and my pants Make me unattractive to Manhattan men Meow Four if you count my black skin 5 if you count my OWSLA tattoo That's true I don't know what that has to do with it Age ain't nothing but a number And fuck ain't nothing but a cuss word And love ain't nothing but a cover For us doing Whatever we want And whatever we want Oh shit A hose on the sidewalk Between two traffic cones Reminds me we live in different worlds And in mine you're an idol And I'm suicidal just trying to decide If I should Wash my clothes Or shop at Whole Foods So I don't die of Microwave typhoid Just— Go with it. I wrote some, not tragedies. FLASH FLOOD WARNING: LOW LYING AREAS Manhattan, You low lying bastard You said you liked me So I would blow you Now I'm in a chokehold, Bold move It's so over Poke me a blow hole My echolocations suffocating me: Locations on so I don't get lost But still walking into crosswalks When busses are coming What's the point of living at all If I can't have a body And it's a long walk down the block To get my clothes washed At the laundromat That I can't afford Huh Am I wrong for wanting a home If I'm willing to work for it At lowes or home depo Where my boss Jose don't have a green card But his forefathers worked harder To cross over the border in flocks And send American dollars home And bought farms, And birthed beautiful daughters In our country With long hair Not corn rows Cause black is ugly If you're not beyoncè And there's only one lizzo That I know or Does that pic the picture correctly So have you moved out of the friend zone Not yet “Not yet” lol I'm working on it. The only way to move out of the friend zone Without losing it all Is to make your way to the best friend zone And make your love Before it gets old Cold, and lonely And you're the only one she talks to When her man won't Don't jump so high You can't come down I'm FBI You're just a sad clown Karmas comin around to bite your ass now But not mine White skin, blue eyes— Wow I should be jealous if that was the message But I'm proud The world's a stage, So lose your mind, It's lights out [when the lights to out I lose my] Psyche/ Nah, I'm a paycho I'm over it Like cheese is to nachos— I'm not-yo's! Woah. Finally. How long did that take Try to medicate me for bui-polar And life's over I'm out of my mind And out of time, which I control I told ya Why do white girls always want you to bow to em It's fucked up That's what blue eyes do Suck the life out you Like a vampire and succubbus fucked — 9 Republican for 5 bucks on pornhub The white supremacists run Where I'm from (But you're wife's dumb) Just how you like em To keep your machismo Ego nice and fluffed Whoops Times up Back to workin on my butt so someone can love me CUT What. What now. Just. So do it over. For what. That was perfect. It wasnt. It was. No, it wasn't. Keep rolling No cut Keep rolling I already stopped FUCK ITS BEEN A LONG NIGHT , DOUG WHAT. Who is this. I WANNA GO HOME. Honey, I'm broken Don't love me Really I'm just in it for the music Everybody wants something I want love But it's not for me It's for her I'm a performer Playing the love game But I chose fame Either way, it goes up in flames I'm sad I got tears in my eyes It's the music my my heart Wellin up from my Hunger An Empty stomach Next up: Whole Foods market What happened It cut off. What. Alright, I got 19 stops to talk to God Is that the Empire State Building Or is that the rock It's impossible not to Stop And wonder what the world wants from me— Gangatalkera cough as I walk the crosswalk I'm stuck on the cross in Catholicism For all time Awesome, isn't it? *coughs* Okay, Satan Stop chasin me First Time Becca Mancari (Same key as bridged by a light wave, by the way) It's been a long day, I forgot water, but luckily Stalked up, I can't turn it off, huh? Probably not a lot of plausible options I got 19 minutes To catch this bus From sutphin//archer I'm lost to all of it Don't talk to God much When it's after dark But I've got others callin — Long time since I called my mom (No contact order) You're botherin' me sir— Of course I'm waiting on the 40!!! My works never done or over I'm Immortal, Morty I came out a portal this morning Worrying about an apartment Another super God Complex These bars oughtta hit in a New York Accent only, Depending on the borough though Make euros and doors open Opportunity knockin but my earplugs stuffed in Stop talkin! I'm starving, just wanting A lover or Mormon to storm in; Inform me my callin I'm all in, yo I'm bored here Brother! Yeah. Don't do this often But it's poppin off, the cops are stopping With barkin dogs Got my hands up, But I'm lucky, they don't want me Got some coffee in my pocket from Robbin the market, But you called it, ya'll I'm Robin Hood But feeling good, I'm out the hood for once— From dawn to dusk, Don't look at me funny I don't do drugs I just want money I'm out of fucks But someone's got a lot of em I bough a plot a land and put McDonald's on it Gods talking over my recording, My multi sensory disorders forming Annoyances and disorganization of words, It's horrible, but I'm sure it's all for something Here it comes I'm pulling off again Lost in a borough that's suffering economically Capitol if Karma, I call it All the parked cars are fucked up Like I was from my ex husband Right— That's where I started: The sucker punch that created a monster And left us all hungry And wondering What comes for lunch But I'm fasting 11:11 at last, and My wish is for a salad, a hot shower Man, I'm just glad that I have them Cause there's been times I haven't and Can't live in the past, or go backwards But my last words if I have to have them Will probably be “Fuck the landlords, the dirty bastards Callin a bucket a half bathroom Mad that blacks have them at all Can't have equality for all Building a mall on the Grace of the fallen— A class act, But I'll remember that Stuff in a banana in my backpack I lack SNAP benefits, But immigrants got straight cash I paid my taxes So they can fuck like rabbits And throw trash on the ground Look around you: everything's brown And you're fighting to get out, But in a hour, you'll be in Manhattan Where mansions are 100 stories off the ground And this story's only glorified at all Cause Skrillex wrote it in a coma Then woke up — And all the songs you ever heard by em Were things I scribbled in my notebook, Ground em up into kibble and fed it to my dog, Who shit them out in my yard to feed the mushriooms you were chomping on When you discovered my podcast, Wow, It is cosmic I get lost when I been literally been a starving artist For this long, so fuck it! Doesn't matter what happens after The homeless shelter I was born in hell And guess what! I'm still here— I'll be in Heaven in a minute- I split dimensions in seconds Spinning into relevant sections of undiscovered realms of conciousness Just to write this shit Like I promised to Jesus, God, and the rest of the stars of my novel, before I got here But I'm not here I just fell into a coma I'll wake up in the wrong year Asking for a beer, Here on the 4th floor It's important you know What I'm dying for Ugh Not my bus Not my husband Not my Fuchs to give Not my lesson to stress on If you're wondering what's bugging me I don't know I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning Horny as fuck and hungry But cutting myself off From the only thing I love besides my son (It's sugar) Used to love music then got confused at how to do iits been way more than 19 minutes, by the way But i-d-k At least the rain went away?? —that's a stretch. What, it rhymes. It all kind of rhymes. Grimes. What. Nothin. I just wanna see your baby grown up. Lucky, you have a cool mom Mine's a God, but Younger I made her up to make me tougher But funny enough I'm still soft Like bread and butter Two things I don't eat anymore— Cause body dysmorphia A gift she gave me As a baby But maybe What made me a fine writer And when the tones right I'll get the limelight It's going to be a fine day When I hug my son again “It's going to be a fine night” When I find Sonny / sunni Pause That's my bus I better get on it Fuck Was it the rock all lit up In my favorite color ? It's been a long day But tomorrows longer Try to get up to get my stuff in order Nothings worth this sort of blood and gore I'm 2 in 3 Don't need four to even the score I'm getting poorer by the minute To my horror Money shorter than nails : stubs Turning a storm into maelstroms Stuff in my stomach with kale, yum I'm just trying to be your one and only But upon 30 learned that for males There's only never one So I been sticking up on the archetypes of an ideal husband father and lover The cosmic architect they call me I'm callin all the gods of love to want me So I can love before I'm 40 Give a man a family That was the plan after all Till disaster struck I call him star— Get it Star struck me so hard I saw stars Then thought I was one— But it turns out I'm the sun And when ours grows up I'll make sure he understands Why his mother's fucked up Or if I'm gone, He can listen to this song One More Time Ok , I'm done No you're not… …UGH. HEY, ARNOLD. WHAT. GET OVER HERE! Fuck, this job sucks. The education at PSwhatever Was not top notch. ORDER UP. At all. Alright, this goes to Long Island. LONG ISLAND. Yeah. Can we talk about that gas storms? No. And this one's going to far Rockaway FAR RICKAWAY?! Lol Okay, how to write this Did I stutter!