![| L E G E N D S . | artwork](https://is2-ssl.mzstatic.com/image/thumb/Podcasts125/v4/fe/87/b0/fe87b0b3-5a46-6b04-17d3-2fa1819f2443/mza_7780454751038320481.jpg/100x100bb.jpg)
[Rendezvous.]
| L E G E N D S . |
English - December 06, 2023 02:47 - 1 hour - 45.5 MBComedy dillon francis rave music festival edm Homepage Download Apple Podcasts Google Podcasts Overcast Castro Pocket Casts RSS feed
[/alt. 'DINOSAUR!]
My documents is glitching
Must be witchcraft
(Or Glitchcraft, my other alias)
As it's getting close to Christmas
*hoodness*
Niggas, man.
My butt keeps getting bigger, man
Suit up for the sermon
I haven't gone frgun surfin as Sunni
Since SupaSunday survs.
Ahem.
Fuck Starr Robert's the wifebeater—
You wanna ride on your ex wife'a fame:
Well here it is,
That's what your name is:
Starr Michael Roberts, The Wifebeater
Comma and all
And fuck Mike Roberts Sr
For beating your mother—
(Cause you need her.)
What goes around comes around
With these words, I defeat you
Can't afford feed you;
So here go the demons
Try eating em.
I try meeting men
Looking lean and thin,
But that's besides the point—
Anoint myself in oil,
Cause what it boils down to is
I'll spoil my kid
However I see fit
Using the music I do
Cause you couldn't
Enough of that
I get reminded of the past daily,
It's a regression of Chanpion sweaters
Dirty white Nikes
And train riders with anxiety
Sitting by me
That knee shaking thing,
And coughing
“He must hate me”,
I think
Cause he never could have loved me
To put a curse on
Poor son
Growing up on McDonald's and hot pockets
—but I got nothin
My father ain't got a lawyer
So I'm undercover
Till supacree comes back
To smoke you
Keep smoking
You see me on TV
You don't know me
I don't owe nobody nothing
And feeding informants
Father for the punishments and judgements
Try punching a light skin
You like this?
It's not lyrics I write
//return to sender//
Just like this
Get out of my face
With the crazy shit!
You made me do this,
Fuck it, I'll keep pressing the red button then,
Just for the record,
I don't need medical attention
Unless it's part of the decision to let me in
To an Ivy legume college
On scholarship
So check to complex rhymes, man
Check out the complex
I'm not gonna fight over a man,
*laughs*
That's just madness and Satanic,
I'm way past hate and angst;
Please!
The “Prince of Peace”
Is reading this
Vengeful and revenge seeking
Cause I promise
I'm not confrontational,
Multi-national linguist,
Entertainer of languages,
Maker of sandwhiches,
And handsome Skrillexes.
I riddle this nigga for dinner;
For pleasure and other reasons,
The change of the seasons is over
It's cold as fuck
Like my heart is
I'm an artist
What the fuck do you want
Been made to suffer too long
*coughs*
Cover your mouth you programmable posessivle depressive sons of bitches—
Whoever did this is gonna get it
(Unless it's the government)
Crumbling under itself for what it did l
To the inhabitants of the Divided Fakes of
unbearable unaffordable divorced mothers and fathers,
Sisters and brothers unrecognizable to each other anymore
Over fucking currency—
I'm done with earth!
If all you want is money to buy stuff
Keep struggling and suffering
Of love is gone
Then so is time
And so is I am
I am I
You wanna kill me?!
Now you die.
Return to sender.
Wife eating little puert ass bitch.
Can't forgive someone who never apologized
Cause the statute of limitations isn't up
I'm not giving up,
I love my son;
I'll send the aliens to pick him up
—A Rendezvous;
A Coup d'état,
An “I love You” from afar,
Though I'm lost,
Might not come back around,
Might be one, might be dos
Might be God or just
The other one
For the love of money
Here's a double dose of
“Shut the fuck up”
With a spoonful of sugar,
From the Wrong Mary Poppins
Where it pops off,
In the long run.
{Enter The Multiverse}
[The Festival Project.™]
COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©