open up my tower, it's a screwless case cuz i took them all out, cuz they get in my way poke and prod a little bit, call me a disgrace, I never turned it off, it's a bit unsafe to erase, all my space, rock my box with a shock, don't need an anti-static band I'll ground to the base spinnin hard drives hummin right next to my face Don't mind that fan running at an uneven pace. I know I should be careful, my method's a bit crude, but at least I don't get asked to fix things by you. technology's remained the same since creation hit it with something heavy to kill the vibration But does it really matter so long as it runs, your un-fun rules are no match for my puns as the hoard disk drives their army of huns to a solid state of confusion as they RAM rotund quad-core predocessors making the rounds according to ancient vows, I know it sounds profound but soon they found their mothership had heat-sunk don't get chipset about it, we know their jokes stunk no power to supply, no fans to cry the huns supplied gratididous letters of goodbye the data through their sata would soon run dry aand to run the whole true story you must now buy new parts. kinda like the old ones, we resort, to mi-nor upgrades just to run text through a sort I refuse. I refute, any knowledge I retort, these hand-medowns are great, forward them to my port.

I run my custom launcher to a fresh compiled source Miniscule requirements with devastating force shift-a, there's no way, this instant shape, If I screw up the transform I just, press esc,ape doesn't cost any dollars doesn't cost any sleep doesn't kill my computer doesn't frust,rate, me I will blend with my blender and i'll do it for free! make robots, rig dogs, simulate lincoln logs, make scaredy-cat, proletariat, hide it all in HD fog though the render takes all day, I don't mind, I just say I'll blend, yes I'll blend, and I'll blend it my way! I don't need to go outside, I'll make my simulated world script a character with pride, python making it unfurl game-engine is fast-renderin gonna make you want to hurl I am blending and I'm sending my portfolio to girls There's shortcuts to everything, just don't ctrl-Q you can zip things in your blend file too With every keydown I know just what to do when I'm done I'll go to pasteall and, send, it to you

it was your mother's birthday and we were playing nauts so i hit her up and she played with my nauts sucked harder than you, man , i'd rather have a bot, you next to the shop and you die to dot you buy upgrades to make droids from chrysallisis your clunk build autoaim speedy missile misses you're so lame even joost's coming up with disses you jerk off while your nan gives my penis kisses i don't like you. but i dont hate you the whole games dead, and we're the last 2 the diligent few, that aren't brand new, not to mention qualify for league 2 gonna come down from the seas to space, and slap my tentacle in your face, you know that's how i deal with gays, when bram gets on you're gonna be replaced every time you play random, you raise the bar, see play every naut to the spanking stars theme you queue against me, you're gonna be sorry make sushi out of you, or is it calamari - - - like chucho and ramonee, ronimo can blow me they better get in line, cuz your great aunts owe me, sentry on time, in disguise as your homie got a black hole, and you know, he can show me meanwhile your style is defiling max, his camera focusin on your missed attacks you build so slow, bro, your death count tax, you dying cuz he's flying with space air max. you're losin your matches with flashy glasses you're slow as molasses while my dick eats asses might think it's crass its fine for the lassses might as well play smash with your button mashes you're clearing top, while they pushing bot, you don't see the map, teleport to shop, your Zork's so small, it's a microdot, your ayla build's so old, she's legally hot, you're high on pot it's worth a shot just queue on nauts give it all you got too bad you're bad, im good, ill pass, just like your dad, i'm gonna kick your ass.

cream cheese on one side, butter on the other anybody in line? cuz i'm ready for another got seeds on my mind, everything is delicious; PLU's memorized, i be thumbing them digits. wash / rinse / sanitize it's been forever since i even cleaned these guys I realize these knives all covered in onion n chives dont require the hire of a sink this size but i'll heed your advice, these bins should suffice, if state dont berate us today, that'd be nice. say its too efficient, the way i dip my dish in, when did the state inspector become the spanish inquisition! - customers im hatin interrupt my bakin.. theres a 5 minute cycle- got time for one mor- rode on my bike all th- /but can you like uh- take me to the psych ward /make one for michael? ive had it with animals- clean up that counter more- pour in the chemicals- forgot to sweet the floor- late for my second job- i hope that we get robbed - i make the bagels, i make the dough i clean up and then i go if it rains or if it snows ill be here on my bicycle oh boom-de-otta... (x2, second boomdeotta is rest) - it's 11 fifty seven and my shift's / almost / o-ver huffin and puffin but i still / gotta / close-up cold outside but i got warm clothes-up- stairs but that is waitin till the dough's done ditch on one side, cars on the other aint no bitch on the line i'm talkin to my mother roadkill's still there, all except the head i'd get myself some but i'm alone in bed. riding that harley don't make you a biker you ain't so tough; you let the gas do the hard work. pass you at the station i'll be ringing my bell, i ain't no angel but i'll see you in hell. - i still-havent-fixed my brakes gotta get to work, do whatever it takes van cut me off, with my body im payin missed me by an inch, thank my folks for prayin -CHORUS- php on one side, js on the other style inline got no time for druthers gonna make it in tech, just like my brother i can manage anything, one way or another several years experience in blender 3d, i can learn new software easily, 80 words per minute man can't you see game dev i'm in it im the man you need started working part time, for a local place, learning web dev at an accelerated pace run myself hard i might win the race 7 days a week means no mondays still baking in the morning, at my desk by 9 more than wide awake, and im feeling fine -jump ahead a few years, got a whole nother story, but i'll save it for later, cuz i'm stuck in the glory (days... when..) CHORUS

whip by my side i start my adventure my father's pride and my business ventures led to indentured potential invention a new scheme of power and wealth and ascention, slid past the gauntlet amidst the dissention i can almost hear him, begin your descent son (walk) - in a minor predicament threw a rock at a bat, hit it bounced right back, knocked me flat, innit great, what's at stake, when im at my health limit but wait a minute 2 levels back, found that bitch and i kissed her gee what a slut you know i dont miss her she looked at me and said <thanks a lot mister my lips are imbued, i'm a mystery sister rescue us, your whip is your sword we're hidden deep under, we make it hard, but carry us over you'll get your reward i give you my heart, leaving a scar> then she fell to the ground in a sudden heap, this is the sacrifice that i reap, was her life worth these coins that i keep? guess i'll never know, hey wait, a shopkeep promise of power untelling he tells me <share a few coins with the luck of hell's belly games can't be rigged, the die tell no lies see you'll surely win, a prize rectifies> this offer so lofty i just couldn't pass the item that appeared behind frosted glass nervous, my fingers, they fumbled the pass, dice lost he shoots me, <die you thieving ass!>, running so desperate i leap through the air barely avoiding his shotgun's death stare cornered with nowhere to run, yikes, woops he just landed in some deadly spikes shotgun in hand i continue my quest what epic foes might i come across next confidence grows like i just passed a test, this message i see in pixelized text: -- [LEVEL 4 COMPLETED] (walk) if theres a king of this jungle i hope i dont meet him monkey swings round in sheol's arboretum if he don't return all my coins i dont needem but i'll find a big old green plant that could eat him wrestled by a piggybacked furry ancestor I trip and I fall with unworried molestor by grabbing a branch i halt my plunge, thanks to his poor stance, the primate's expunged shanks towards our motion a mechanized spear, to climb up would be too risky i fear, but the felled simian has yet to go crash, instead in its place i hear a faint splash ignoring submursion aversion i dive, hoping the fall will not take me alive murky depths seem to rise up to greet me, realize it has eyes and a great mouth to eat me kick and a splash and a plan to elope fish out of water has nothing on rope free from the jaws and arboreal grope I depart from this wood gripping to hope - chill and shiver, dark delivers a slippery slope, a precarious perch slide on ice to a rock that lurches under my weight fall straight as the bait for what foe awaits i detect near, with abject fear, it smells like wet fur in here with a trembling howl stalagtites become mites through new holes i roll in shaking fright too worried and hurried caution is thrown, as am i as white apes toss me from their throne glancing downwards i scan to land, is that metal and glass? until a little green man I squash with my ass his saucer so dainty, it falls while i'll dangle thankfully far from volatile wide angle'd explosion that blasts my escape route to shambles time to gamble, a bottomless pit. too far to jump sick of this shit. i'm just gonna jump sprinting I prep for a do or die at the last step, a SPROING sends me high I land at my goal, far from the edge, in debt to a boobytrap spring-loaded ledge - in a brick laid corridor I stick to the floor before i'm sucked dry by flies from a big dead guy, mummified behemoth, light a bomb and i heave it, don't grieve it, the reign of the interceptor all that remains of his remains is a splintered sceptre through the tempermental temple best believe i kept'er priests i'd guess in red headress stood at an altar but not to bless, as for the rest they were bound and diced, made my egress past the sacrifice violet bubbles raised men as they seize, i hear a rumble 'kali is pleased' - (i) feel a sense of dread, heads of red, prostrate towards a huge stone head, it levitated, squashed them dead, worshippers flattened as they fled. it fixed its golden eyes on me and drops as I roll to safety close call but now I see cracks in the floor, magma beneath i begin to sin, as I sense an end, to this deity's stomping spree I know that I could flee with ease but this false idol ends with me with every miss the maw mashes earth but missed me by an inch maybe the totem's flaw is in - strategic intelligence I stage myself on unstable turf, trying not to estimate the statue's worth, it predictably, floats towards me and breaks through crust to guarantee victory - so i sold all the gold, and i've told my secrets, son that's what hard work and diligence gets! my story's all true, now don't you forget it, I kept the gold sceptre, don't make me go get it.

ah, mr steve, you'll never escape my latest invention it's new year's eve and i'm minecraft steve i'm trapped underground and i wanna leave my brief: enter fief, via reef, got a leaf, porkchops not a thief - got some beef, with this grief-er chief of a man. my plan, you understand is underplanned but I began with some dirt, pickaxe, my diamond sword, and a potion so I can silence the scoundrel, thence hence past tense, defences: all erased. his repeaters all too easy to be traced. now i'm deep in his base, high time for a face to face oh great, didn't see this pressure plate he placed --- i'm the evil genious in minecraft i've got a huge mansion with no staff when zombie pigmen get in i laugh piston lava moat keeps out rifraff so you've accidentally mined into my dungeon, the smell of your porked-chops is so pungeant i've got pressure-plate-pits for you to plunge in, i'm the master and you're the luncheon --- eerie red-lit passageway gives way to buttoned wall grid of 9 stone rectangles may match that note i saw digits entered, round the center, unseen torches bent for, the hall behind lights bright in time with unleashed lava falls won't bust out through crust, though i just wanna be free i trust this madman must adjust his traps with TNT past the heat, no arrows yeet, dispenser empty, i set off pressure plates, trapping myself deliberately trusty pickaxe smacks the wall of prison cell i fell in mobs just barely sealed back in the well of their old felon fire lights the cave, took a hit my body's scorched as the searings cease, though not deceased, i have no torch --- we are the monks of the creeper we are mining diamond deeper we're the reason caves get steeper we spook you in dark like jeeper creepers hats and boots we don you see us and then you run you run tons but you can't hide turn around we are behind (YOU) --- tall green figure fellas, forming facades i was terrified at first, at four uniformed frauds with a 'psss', i regress, and i dig straight down in a bit of a panic, lost deep underground but hold on, stop the story some coal just appeared in my inventory stack of sticks, stick on, soon i light the mineshaft, but they follow my trail, no time to craft up ahead i hear a new competing hissing mass, as I pass, former foes fight a formiddable clash still in a fickle pickle, hear a trickle, waterfall dive through, light blue, ocean bottom, what a haul --- i'm swimming serene, side a squad of squid, skimming the shore, in the forest i hid but i'm found by a wolf, who just felt alone, all those skellies i squashed, here, have the bones followed me home, as if by pledge, on the way we roamed, ran across a village in a forest grown, sold my loot for a tome. shared my story, and my cobblestone

look i dont mean to be mean but when you zip up you should cut off the stream i cant help but take heed of your crotch when you make so apparent the many wet spots perhaps you should tie in a knot with that excess liquid you could irrigate crops i can read the spread pattern it looks like satellite photo of saturn im gonna call you reagan cause the trickle down method in your pants is braggin when you said you were going to take a leak i'd assumed you were describing a different technique im not your urologist but when you aimed you gave it your all and missed try and make use of your wrist to control your incredibly long laundry list while im on the topic of your soggy jeans i'd wring like bop-it i may just top it when i take your inflated ego and pop it what it means to you to be on time there's anything you'd do but inspect your shoe it seems in your haste you have stepped in dog doo

all your avatars are far from stars you got no 3d my peepee's hard my client's open yours crashed like a car your mmd's shitty and your pc slow as tar in unity 2 bit trees cuz your bitchy can't decide on which trap mmd you rely on a shader that's shitty i pimp with standard i'm rich see i got rhymes for days you are just gay your lines are stolen from anime mirrors you stare into for days you have problems with your ident-it-tay you got gender dysphoria solution for ya is rope and a door I uh just wiped the floor with ya you're back for more hope im not a bore reflection's chore go to your mirror - say let's all stare in the mirror, in fear of, socialization, yes let's just stare in the mirror, gettin queerer, by the mirror cuz i'd break down into tears if, i left the mirror, it's gettin clearer, to my last breath i'm goetting nearer, we're goettin queerer, by the mirror - your avatar looks like a myspace page stack commercial crap, mask inner rage waste time and money to create a stage, to pretend to be a chick that's half your age i have a problem with anime, and that's the age gap these girls are always fighting, when they should take a nap i want to get with it, but i just can't jive, you say they're seventeen but they look like five and the only thing worse than a pedo is a furry, groomin kids online but hey don't worry, they're having fun, it's community while they buy your son dildos and pornography - cuz let's all stare in the mirror, steering clear of, decent human concepts, yes let's all just stare in the mirror, gettin queerer, by the mirror how much'd you pay for that avatar, is it from scratch, you are so cool, to our last breaths we're goetting nearer, gettin queerer, by the mirror - you got shitty geometry, mine is 5 stars, you cover it with toon, mine is pbr, you tried learning blender, didn't get far, so you deck out mmd as if you got a fat card your model got ripped, i give mine away for free you can't have fun in public worlds like me, you just brood in the mirror, screamin ree you got a complex of superiority you're crashing kids while i'm making friends your drama madem leave better make amends you're just a man, quit trying to play god like when you tried to ddos vrcmods - yes let's all stare in the mirror, in fear of, other people, yes let's just stare in the mirror, gettin queerer, by the mirror cuz you know that it's been years since, i saw my dad, wince, i think his name's vince, so i say shots and drink, from a beer cup, we're goettin queerer, by the mirror - let's all stare in the mirror, in fear of, going outside, cuz other people make me feel inferior w're gettin queerer, by the mirror i wish i was a little schoolgirl, getting fucked by, 9 black men, to my last breath i'm goetting nearer, we're gettin queerer, by the mirror -

C well the prairie is lonesome, G it's raw and its wide, C just like my asshole G when i was with clyde C F when he dug for his cannon, it's out lickety split, C G C when you look for yours, even i can't find it C F it aint like the hoosegow, out here a man's free C G C to stand by your side, when you squat to pee C F when you're miles from town, with noone else near F C G C best have by your side a short-horned steere -- C when we visit the brothel G as good friends do C you stick it in the mouth G i stick it in their poo C we show up like tenderfoots, G in our best bib and tucker, C F which all looks just grand, E Am G7 till we strip down to fuck'er C F but nothing looks better, while entering the rear F C G C when compared to the short-horned steere C F now i'll sooner hang fire, than be called a queer F C G C but even i'd tangle with the short-horned steere C G C yes i do love the short-horned steere

i shaved my ass today to see how it would feel took half a dozen pics showed my friends, was it all real? i met the perfect friend for a while we had our thing i threw it all away i ruined everything what have i become who are my friends everyone i know has seen the pics of my rear end you could have it all my dignity I just wanted to trap but now I want to be free - - - - I am not a trap that's just not who i am i just wanted to fap just wanted attention What have I done my sweetest friend Where have you gone Is this our end you could've had it all my dignity i'll just cast it off i don't need to feel pretty If I could take it back I didn't mean to hurt I had to have my way I just had to flirt - - - - - I wear this story true for everyone that's here I sing it for myself, I don't mind who overhears With every turn we take, acceptance has its cost, I refuse to fake, I refute the loss. but what else can you do with your dignity, you can cast it off, but don't do it, to fit in, Don't change yourself for cheers, be it pasttime or a skirt, I'll always be right here, You do not need to flirt. Am C D Am C Dx4 ---- Am F C G Am F C G Am F G G Am F G -

they are stepping from your mind monsters of the id combine they are creeping from outside all of space and all of time they are flowing from your head cycled walks up to your bed they are seeping from these rhymes riding on the wheel of time - they are stepping from your mind push them back and they rewind they are creeping from outside places far and places wide they are walking from your head reaping fear and seeping dread they are pulled out from these rhymes cast upon some nearby grime vivid is the mind that can find the vine to grow into desire that you find divine the vine becomes a bramble that ensnares your mind your mind begins to ramble what you can't confine memories that you've just nearly supressed become imagined enemies in shadows dressed just to hide the details and still you get endlessly parodying silhouettes lying there in bed so entirely still surrounded by a room too impossibly real you see them as malicious, they intend to kill, through the portal of your mind they wheel you feel them from behind as they slowly creep saying i just want to i just want to sleep saying I just want to sleep I just i just want to sleep x --- just as they get too close to bear push them from your mind but they reappear letting down your guard means instant possession banishing the thought just restarts the procession blood pressure high, and your hearts a'racing fear-wielding phantoms are what you're facing unearthly bipeds with no physical presence threaten your cardiavascular essence ... back tense, trying to sleep i just want to i just want to sleep stuck in cycles oh so slow an-y-thing to space your foe cannot allow them to close why that is, you'll never know

girl you get out the wayy girl you get out the wayy yeah yeah girl you better get out the wayy cuz I CANT promise that I could stop, in any way or how boy you'll get out the wayy boy you better get out the wayy yeah yeah boy you should better get out the wayy cuz I CANT wait for you-u, I will not wait for anyone - i know the way and i'll go out and get it you get in the way and you better forget it you're doing your bit and you wanna say HEY your very last chip is to get in the WAY can't live in the gray, got something to say wishfully exist in defiance of days time passes away, approaching the grave can't stare in the face so you seal it away i've undertook, the blunder book, i shun your look, my sun ain't shook you carry the weight so you wait and you care for yourself and your dozens of ill-gotten wares weigh your options, say a lot, hon, yay or nay you bray and bought none, you've lost your edge and you wanna say HEY your only leverage is to get in the WAY

tick tock goes the clock, ding dong goes the elderly bell, well that's swell all hell breaks loose as the youth pursue, the views, no checks, cuz we don't incentivize the truth i'm going 35 down the sidewalk long legs swinging like a grandfather clock- you want extraordinary; come to my block im the conductor and this train never stops haven't taken gender studies, but me and my buddies have a feelin that they're wheeling, dealing real muddy that stud, feels like a dud, can't do much more than be your pal or be a gal, don't care im straight, or lack the urge to procreate if wishes were fishes i'd have itches for bitches but instead i just masturbate with creatine i can feel at ease since the vegan diet just needs a riot of micronutrients, lemme give you some hints b12 collagen, methionine if you skip the salt you're lacking iodine digesting meat and im feeling fine shook me inside, took hydrochloride gotta dance gotta move, gonna 'chill in the groove' gotta change gotta ??socket ??clock unlocked, drop the shock docket ---- I intend to go around the grain i'm insane, not in pain, tack your sail against the wind, how you win, is di-ag-gon-ail out-side the box we're in the box its clean in the box im lost outside... -- if i knew the way, i'd have done and did it duh i run from winning, sin in one his limit but I'm gunning for no other than a sun in the lid what the heck do you expect from the grandeur kid the lights and colours multiply formless- shapeless- excess- of what i can see, is non-sensory... - o-ver-wel-ming.. - settle back down and attempt to communicate given up, fate dealt, don't narrate break, take 2, less heart rate i am comfy in this state My desire for direction creates an intersection turn of superstition fuel of the ambition but what is it to which we listen rock falls swiftly in the wind leaf takes path it is giv-en sail may guide it from within but which way good and which way sin

Sleepy little farm town, that was my prequel more cows than people, kickball was frequent They were all my equal, man I should've been bullied weird and dear to the teachers, cried and fully broke down, but weight went straight to the scape goat can't escape shame, came from all of his peer folk - Silent agreement that this boy was untouchable I wouldn't dare speak to him, feared I'd get much more shunned than the one we were leery about the need to ostracize - i did not doubt, the cargo cult desperate to avoid the same treatment our coinjoined fear kept him separate in the freak bin wash your hands, gotta stay pure and all line in the bathroom to avoid his urinal - he was just an average kid, a bit tall a bit awkward life destroyed by peers as an incidental target he never gave up, but was stunted in the manger no stranger than the rest, yet remained a stranger all it would've taken was to hang out with him but each year i silently condoned our sin - seen him years later like a bottle in the ocean greeted him by name, trying to conceal my emotion just didn't respond, i still cannot believe that poetic justice is all he ever received