you don't have the guts anymore hit me like a truck and i fell to the floor you don't give a fuck anymore i couldn't fault the hit-and-run if you settled the score i think i wanna punch you i really really want to you're talking at me like i know what you mean i made a mistake, could you give me something to respond to you don't have the guts, anymore you were playing with your guts so I ran to the door what's your bad side, give me anyone else i fear your backbite, you can't get over yourself any% your function so can we skip the introductions? the only time that I'm the girl of your dreams is when you're shit-faced another white boy with a concussion everybody's dead and it's all my fault everybody's dead and it's all my fault !

[intro: drake] yuh its me drake ON THE BEAT you know we love santa, we don't love andrew tate im gonna bobble on em im gonna chuzzle on em this is for joe biden, shout out my ketchogurt chugging jesus worshipping sludge gang [verse 1: drake again] its fucking gubble when i ride this cock you know we dont like poop and we do not like bladee child trafficking my gradual decline to insanity is happening right now but it's okay cause i'm hitting the giddy with soundboi [verse 2: drake maybe idk] you know when we're in vc we play drain story yeah, you know im always chilling with the polar bears and my buddy yort shout out blissom drake loves blisson oWawaoaoaoasaaaaaaaahh I AM IN DWAYNE THE ROCK JOHNSONS BACKYARD. [bridge: josh] dark brandon is a scary guy but what's scarier is the cereal strike its chuzzle time and you know when its chuzzle time im gonna say hi to boe jiden fuck norway (editor's note: nothing personal kid norway is cool) [verse 3: drayk] f1regek what a cool, what a cool person thats so much better than drake oh my god being me, im drake cram shout out all the pregnant people in the world for real sheeeeeeeeeeeesh [verse 5: drake (but cooler)] racism? BAD. sexism? BAD. greep black midi? tolerable transphobia? BAD. homophobia? BAD. bobble furry team? i dont fuckin know what that means i am in your mom's walls at this very moment and im kind of like the gay version of donald trump when you really think about it um DOODODODODOODODODO you know all my computers have only windows EXP i dont trust that windows 11 shit the <3, windows 11 is the hell device and shout out the transgender machine [outro: behind you] this is drake, im drake, on the beat, wa waaAAOoooOwoowooooooo

Have you ever been to Earth? On Earth, we use the word “burrito” to describe a tortilla filled with things you eat. Pretty simple stuff, and I’m surprised you at least got that part right. My burrito was, in fact, filled with food. In this, you and I agree and are friends. But this is also where my lifelong hatred begins for you and anyone else whose brain has been repeatedly scrubbed with the same mixture of bleach and Pop Rocks as yours has. Because that should have killed you, but left you around long enough to do what you did to me today. Let me explain: You’re an idiot. Let me further explain: Burritos are eaten from one end to the other. So that means when you assemble a burrito with motherfucking ZONES of ingredients going that direction, you create a disgusting experience for the burrito’s end user. When you make a burrito, you should put the ingredients in layers lengthwise. That way, every bite has AT LEAST A FUCKING CHANCE of getting at least two types of ingredients, and there is little chance of becoming almost hopelessly trapped in a goddamned cilantro cavern. Have you ever eaten one of the things you make all fucking day? You should try one. They are pretty good WHEN YOU ARE NOT WILLING YOURSELF THROUGH THE FUCKING EMPIRE OF SOUR CREAM ONLY TO END UP IN LETTUCE COUNTRY. When you eat a burrito, you don’t stand it up and bite down on it lengthwise like a fucking Rancor. Humans can’t usually dislocate their jaws, and I’m not a fucking pelican. But you must think that’s how it’s done, since that would be THE ONLY FUCKING WAY to take a bite of your crapstrosity and have it taste like a burrito. And guess what else, player? You probably can’t guess anything, because I’m pretty sure you’re just a mop with a hat on it that fell over and spilled some shit into a tortilla, but just in case, here’s what: Humans also don’t eat burritos like fucking corn on the cob. Like a fucking typewriter from one end to the other a little at a time and then DING next line. But today I wish I had tried that. Because at least THEN I would be able to eat some rice, then beans, then be all like HEY BEANS I’LL BE RIGHT BACK JUST GOING OVER HERE TO THE GUACAMOLE FOR A SECOND. Nope. Nope. My experience was more like HEY BEANS IT’S JUST GOING TO BE YOU AND ME FOR A FEW MINUTES UNTIL I CAN FUCKING EXCAVATE THE RICE FROM BENEATH YOU BUT BY THEN YOU WILL BE A FADING MEMORY OH HEY I WAS WRONG I’M IN THE FUCKING CHEESEOSPHERE NOW RICE MUST BE NEXT I HOPE IT’S NOT ANOTHER FUCKING SALSA POCKET. You built this thing like a fucking pack of LifeSavers. And don’t even fucking think I’m about to open this shit up and re-engineer your nonsense 90 degrees. I ALREADY PUT A HOLE IN IT WITH MY FUCKING MOUTH. YEAH. THAT’S HOW I DISCOVERED YOU FUCKING SUCK AT LOOKING AT THINGS. I AM NOT GOING TO DO FUCKING TORTILLA ORIGAMI TO GET THIS SHIT BACK TOGETHER, ONLY TO END UP WITH A BURRITO THAT’S BEEN SHOT IN THE GUT AND IS BLEEDING YOUR INEPTITUDE. What’s that? I should ask you to mix it up first next time? IS THIS JAMBA JUICE? I DON’T WANT TO DRINK MY FUCKING BURRITO THROUGH A BENDY STRAW, AND I DON’T WANT A PILE OF BURRITO SOUP IN A FLOUR CAN. I just want a burrito. In conclusion: You’re the worst thing that has ever happened to the universe, you owe everyone everywhere an apology for this burritobomination, and I hope your babies look like monkeys. UPDATE FOR EVERYONE WHO SAID “JUST EAT IT WITH A FORK”: A fucking fork? I DIDN’T ORDER THE FUCKING COBBURRITO SALAD. If anyone ever handed me a burrito with a fork, THEY WOULD BE WEARING A BRAND NEW BURRITO HAT FROM MY FALL COLLECTION TEN SECONDS LATER. That’s like buying a car and having them hand you a fucking wrench with the keys. Like YEAH WE KNOW THIS MOTHERFUCKER’S GOING TO EXPLODE AND BE SPREAD ACROSS EIGHT LANES AS SOON AS YOU HIT THE GAS, BUT SHIT, WE GAVE YOU A WRENCH, SO BE COOL. Jesus already gave me two burrito forks. One at the end of each arm. They’re called fucking HANDS. A fork. My god. I haven’t cried since I was six, but I’m fucking sobbing now. People eat burritos with forks? God is sorry he made us.

it's late at night, i guess around 1am i'm reminiscing on the past as you tend to do when you're lying awake at night but anyways i head to the attic, a place that i haven't been in years and among the things i was actually looking for, i see this music box purple, with gold accents an empty spot where a picture is supposed to be its a pretty thing i wonder what it sounds like and of course, i give into curiosity, seeing as its such a beautiful and mysterious thing i twist the key and wait for the tune to emerge but what i hear is not pleasant, like i was hoping it would be its disturbing, and reminds me how alone i am in this dark attic i close it quick, standing still i climb down the ladder, and head back to bed i don't get a lot of sleep that night

buried beehives in the sand let them rest inside the land sap tap in a dry cocoon blank chrysalis a subtle tomb threw my life into a blender broken pieces in a box high and mighty rule offender get your hands off of my clock please just say you hate my gender your head is so full of rocks cursed spores are in the air the doctors cry, the knaves don't care screw open your jerry can and pour a glass, and pour a glass of guzzle down a glass of oil guzzle down a glass of oil guzzle down a glass of oil guzzle down a glass of oil guzzle down a glass of oil guzzle down a glass of oil guzzle down a glass of oil guzzle down a glass of oil look at your arteries look at your bulging black intestines aren't they beautiful? aren't they beautiful? let's watch the man-dogs in the street eat eachother desperately as we slam down another and another and another a little birdie told me X marks the spot and i believe i've found a whole trove of shit to spill upon your feed be uproarious my friends, be uproarious my friends, the end is nigh, and there's no time like the present is it comfy on my yacht, i'm a fucking big shot killed the earth so i'll pretend i'm an astronaut i am new god, you should be a happy cog h8 does nothing pathetic hopeful little pawn