20: The Crossfires.

HEY. …hello. [breaks shit] Oh. [he grabs the man by the collar] You— —aren't you the kid from that one movie— —I'm the kid from your mom's house! —that's major disrespectful— —I'll tell you what; Okay?! —you—are going to grow a mustache. What! Why! Because you are! That's not going to look good at all! Exactly my point “The Worst Mustache Ever” [the super buff dude forces the man to swallow two large capsules] NO! YES, actually. WHAT WAS THAT. Testosterone. Happy hair-ing. What am I supposed to grow a mustache for? JUST DO IT! How are you still on that? BECAUSE I'M STUCK IN A LOOP! This plane is about to go down. What. lol do I look like I have Down's syndrome? Yes. Good. Let's go see the show: Meanwhile. lol wtf is wrong with Nvm. No. Hold the fuck on. What the fuck is wrong with Gwenyth Paltrow? Who?! EXACTLY. {Enter The Multiverse} Well, surely, you must know— No. Well, then you probably. Also, no. Well then— No. Not at all. I don't know anything; You don't even know what I was about to say! I don't know any of these people. How do you not remember anything? I was blacked out! The whole time. Predominately. Man. I feel like shit, Right? …wanna do it again? This nigga don't see; Invisibility cloak over your head Like my rhymes be; Jesus Christ it is, Icy biz Damn I lost my cadence. Something about the wizard of oz. Man I'm slow as fuck right now. Well, let's speed up then. Come on, now, I don't got all day. I'm entirely sure the whole point of avoidance Is to avoid. Avoid what. This: cooooooooooooool. I might actually have to shoot you now. Shoot me then. I don't give any kind of fuck. Oh you don't? No. Get out of the way. You don't give any fuck— at all. No. I just want kids. Gross. Shoot me then. This is Hopsin, I would bet— Man, the only reason I'm still listening to this song to see if he talks about his balls L E G E N D S Beat you up tech9 >< In the end linkin park Sister, TSHA>< Sedona <> Elohim Something is wrong My whole world went sepia tone I'm getting too old for this Show on the road and I'm bold for this I'm in a silicone mold for this I sold for this; I been all alone for this You picked a winner— I wrote a movie then took him to dinner; Wrote me a verse so hard, Hard er called me a jiggger Sure Take a picture it'll last longer Shut up, take your top off Don't call me a bitch in front of my kids, Or I'll run off ‍♀️ I forgot about my coffee It's cold now I been inside all day Thinking bout dying alone Wrote a letter (I burned it) Wrote a whole show But I don't know what it's about At all I think about a gunshot wound Straight to the head Almost every day of my life I used to jump the train Out of ideation, Now, I admire More blunt force trauma More lost love, huh. A harbored fugitive I should dwindle it down; It was me at the end of that rope, eh? (It sure was.) Crocodile tears, And a mile of paid programming Now where were you, Onto us— Or just steady bearing Good news, As they were— Tight noose, As it was— Loose strings, And hard knocks— Square knots and A lot of hats. Did you wan to fulfill our synthesis to symphonies yet? I barred in carriage to see that I wilted away in his essence Then, greetings; anchored in agony And weathered in women, Fearing agreements. Tethered here now and forever, As if— A hollow ball on candlestick To which no court belongs. Surely, you could see yourself dying in my arms. Surely I saw forward and backwards and in neither direction was I at any point, anywhere other than what I ought to be; Where I wanted to sit exactly, At the furthest point possible Away. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©