Amor fati, no more fatigue, make a jubilee
No Patreon, you should donate to my Udemy
Broke a game, I'm recoding it in Unity
"Ponies are gay" wait, sorry, who are you to me?
Now I can help you with the guided meditations
We slide like that one scene in Fight Club with the penguin
I'm like love if you hate it, see me everywhere
Topics old weird shit like when you find stuff in a basement
Also known as Flowcellus or DTF
And I know way too fucking much about the EGS
I'm only stopping making wavs to make pdfs
So put my voice on Moonbase like in PTS
I'm never straight, trade a heart for a horse mouth
On better days playing parts isn't forced out
You let him lay, later charged with the verse sound
The letter J staying marked on my merch crown

Remember back when I could sit and stare at highways
Dig for buried nightshade, spinnin airy tirades
Sippin erry Friday, shippin cherry limeade
Didn't care what I made, if shit was bearing my name
See a mare or two, do what I'm prepared to do
Play a tune, fucker in Debussy with the Clair de Lune

Porn-led, standing in a circle of horseheads
Shouts out to convention guys who trying to score head
But I’m alright, go beyond the fields like Mordred
On a writer tip, now I need a Rita like Lord Zedd
Pick you apart to entertain, cancer analyst
Every man a Tantalus and every plan a Tantabus
Wonder why my shit was even on this to begin with
Thrashing up the stream of consciousness to find an inlet
To swim with, don't edit til they pay me to work
Then leaving well-worded papers well-papered with words

D dot F dot hopping on the remix
Knocking all the people who are jocking me for feet pics
Soundcloud upload limit, yo I reached it
Free shit, still dunno what Mogadish is