LYRICS Youre such a super entitled, sick Son of A Gun But don't you forget -- you're still the one with the gun; you're such a super entitled, sick Son of a Gun-- but don't you forget: you're still the one with the gun! (you're so stuck in your world, you're so stuck in your world, you're so super entitled, so suicidal) you're a super entitled sick son of a gun (son of a gun) you're a super entitled sick son of a gun (son of a gun) you're so stuck in your world. ARTWORK: the

LYRICS Youre such a super entitled, sick Son of A Gun But don't you forget -- you're still the one with the gun; you're such a super entitled, sick Son of a Gun-- but don't you forget: you're still the one with the gun! (you're so stuck in your world, you're so stuck in your world, you're so super entitled, so suicidal) you're a super entitled sick son of a gun (son of a gun) you're a super entitled sick son of a gun (son of a gun) you're so stuck in your world. ARTWORK: the

I Am the Greatest DJ and Music Producer in the World My journey to becoming the world's most skilled DJ and music producer is a testament to the power of resilience, the strength of the human spirit, and the transformative power of art. It's a story woven from threads of adversity – threads of obesity, homelessness, and poverty, all born from the trauma of leaving an extremely physically and psychologically abusive relationship. These challenges, which might have broken others, became the

Awe, poor Mr Aldridge, Or whatevever you call him He's got the cocaine monster The cocaine monster Even poorer, though, is ms. Monroe, She's homeless, Surfing the couch down below, But little does she or anyone know She's got the fame monster Oh, no COCAINE! whoa Ain't nothing like fame Ain't nothing like pain All you need is a little cocaine Olay the game, kid NO! COCAINE! Woah She wants to be famous He wants to be 6 feet tall, Whatever his name is Poor Mr

Say it ain't say, Pete Say it ain't so Tom's on the run And they all had to go I'm the man in the hat My cups half full I paid a whole dollar For a walk on role Say it ain't so, Pete Tell me I' wrong I've been waiting here all night long Two man down, but one had to go Had a good walk, But I'm still on the run Say it ain't so, Pete {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2018-2025 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.™

The one time It might actually be a good thing to pull the Jack… I've been handling well with the Ace [Full House] I was on time, but what I did after, Or where I went [I didn't] I can't recall. Now's not the time for that. We're behind and off schedule I'm failing at everything, i think. Mud on my mind. What a card; What a game when the whole deck Is Jokers. What a card, The Jack What a game with a whole deck made of Jokers Meanwhile, The hosts and magicians Are

Two high level demons have caused a hectic diversion just off camera during SETH MEYERS'S show when literally all hell breaks loose; the ought he has maintained a lifetime of secrecy and compliance without giving way to the slightest upset, his eyes widen as he attempts to finish his sentences, eventually unable to keep it together. SETH MEYERS …Blah, dee—blah, de BlahBlah. DIRECTOR —cut. SETH MEYERS AH. EXCUSE ME. DEMON ONE Ah, shit. DEMON TWO It's almost as

Two high level demons have caused a hectic diversion just off camera during SETH MEYERS'S show when literally all hell breaks loose; the ought he has maintained a lifetime of secrecy and compliance without giving way to the slightest upset, his eyes widen as he attempts to finish his sentences, eventually unable to keep it together. SETH MEYERS …Blah, dee—blah, de BlahBlah. DIRECTOR —cut. SETH MEYERS AH. EXCUSE ME. DEMON ONE Ah, shit. DEMON TWO It's almost as

Https://www.iamu.guru “THE FLUFFER” I have eyes in the back of my head I have goats at the top of my bed I have goats on the cap of my knee I think I wrote my own obituary Oh, you hetcha Bitch, you ain't me Shit be poppin off at the rock in 8 minutes exactly In studio 8H That's where I am, Amen again Cause I meant it And I mix in the pancake batter Perhaps some berries? Apparently not, 7 minutes and counting I'm at the Rock Now I'm putting away my don't ask,

We know you opened it. I didn't. We know it was you. No. Stop lying. I didn't opened it. We already know. I couldn't have opened it. I'm not black! *.* -_- >< (squinting extra hard) —you don't have to be black to open the portal. Oh. “Oh?” Well then. (Extra super squinty squints) Why are you all black. Uh. What. Srsyly? Because— it's a. Is it a club? It's more of a— Like a cult— Well…

OLIVERI know what we should call ourselves. Lil JIM Is it in English? OLIVER I am English, you idiot. LIL JIMMY You know what I meant. OLVER I'm sure I don't! STEV/PHEN Okay, genius—what is it you think we should go by? OLIVER The Strike Force Five! [Lightning strikes in the background— SETH runs away to hide under some furniture as the other boys begin to laugh—! SETH Don't laugh! I hate thunder! STEV/PHEN That wasn't thunder! [then, thunder follows]

TITUS Come, now— As the king does sit upon my throne, Though not a King myself as I, Still cherished among men and many Who are in thine favor, As you seek truth to bear, my King And not your but also yours, Does partake thy bethrotjen nature, To swallow whole a seed a assumption as To vanish by trace, The rather and tide to bond, For truth you seek, And truth I bear, As fruit does grow, By force of not God, But nature, And to thine, the faring way The truth does seek you,

Oh dear God. What is this place? It's right …now. Are you telling me I'm in a dead girl's house? You're dead, Major. Yeah, but I watched her die! Well then, you had better take some preventative measures this time around. So you're saying— Still alive now; and if you play your cards right— I don't have any cards—and what game is this, anyway? Just keep the little psycho out of danger. Have you met this woman? No, I'm postponing that until much

As SETH MEYERS and JIMMY FALLON fight to the death, it is soon realized that having shapeshifted into one another as camoflague, that they are actually fighting the wrong people. JIMMY FALLON (TINA FEY). straddles SETH MEYERS in a death grip (read: super gay) choke hold—and as he squints maniacally, peering into SETH MEYER'S eyes, he (TINA) realizes something odd and familiar about the fearful look in SETH's (AMY) eyes. JIMMY FALLON (With realization) …wait… Amy? SETH

Au gratin potatoes And not all is forgotten, I should have done Nothing, Instead I come running for answers Under a mile Don't open the mailbox No hairpin monitors, All of ya's, all divorce No wars are gonna be over Or not sorry Undone, nah Give a silk scarf to the model Give them all Hearts Give them all work I strip down and it goes like this; I don't know poker, But I wrote four albums on heartache One more, I'm the boss in him Get them all up for the mouse in the trap The

Au gratin potatoes And not all is forgotten, I should have done Nothing, Instead I come running for answers Under a mile Don't open the mailbox No hairpin monitors, All of ya's, all divorce No wars are gonna be over Or not sorry Undone, nah Give a silk scarf to the model Give them all Hearts Give them all work I strip down and it goes like this; I don't know poker, But I wrote four albums on heartache One more, I'm the boss in him Get them all up for the mouse in the trap The

Jesus and all the Christ, Nobody knows what hit you– You don't know how it goes, do you? You don't know how it goes, you know Jesus and all the Christ; The beauty of the boy, the vice Nobody knows what hit ya, You don't know how it goes; How could ya? Jesus and all the Christ; The glamour and the lights, How could you? How could you roll the dice? (I'm a rich man) How could you Let's see what those two blue sparkling pools will do for you. Unknown. Banking on nostalgia And

You're going to need something to hold onto, Wanderer, You old man, you old dog [Knowing] Gnawing on a ham sandwich Half gone, And half past disaster, Mark 9— All new time zone, Get lost, before I bother you. Looking backwards in time at the weakness I've had Or the week Or the month, Or the year— Fuck the mothballs in the closer Over motorcycles, or you wanted to know Where the hole in my heart was, When I'm sure you're the one who bit it off. Goddammit dude!

BOOOOOB. Huh. What, TIME FOR WORK. BOOOOB THE BUILDER! Ugh. CAN HE FIX IT?! [freeze] VO depends! Has he had his morning coffee yet? [out of coffee] Uh… VO Has be been heavily drinking the night before [Bob winces Nautiously with every swing of his hammer] Uggggh. VO Does he have AIDS? what. You have AIDS. How could I have contracted HIV!? It surpassed HIV; it's already AIDS! WHAT! this is Inpossible! It's not impossible; I did the

It had been days since I'd written anything, really. I was technically ahead of schedule— of course, That was, technically— and besides the delay of one single, I was on some sort of roll—the day-by-day releasing of my fast tracked work seemed to be doing some sort of offset to the algorithm; I knew this was something not everyone was doing, or anyone, really, that I knew of—and in this way, it was rather strategic. Besides, anyway, the obvious— my subscription for