No, you can’t have Audacity on your phone. If you did, it was a scam. Who do you think I am, huh? Who do you think you are? Going around, telling me what I can and can’t be. There’s gonna be some serious problems. That’s right. I’ll spend the rest of the night playing Zelda, in bed. When I wake up tomorrow it’s gonna be a brand new day. Brave new world. A time of peace and prosperity. You gotta stop killing yourself, honestly. Sometimes we has so much anticipation for an album, only to be let down. Our picks for the top disappointing album. [Gremlin musical-talent rant] It was seventy degrees and partially cloudy, When you left me that tuesday morn’. And I can’t find the seem, the answer why, you left me. Oh and I loved you so much When you came to- uhhh Little tender thing Improv-ing Ahhh

You know, you can really write a song anywhere. One time I wrote a song on top of a grape. Songs should always have a purpose. [Big Boy Hips] I need it. [Big Boy Hips] I want it. [Big Boy Hips] Can’t live without. [Big Boy Hips] Can’t live. There are people in town, man. Crazy people in town.

Chorus vs. Chorus vs. Boys vs. Girls vs. Child vs. Bot vs. Real vs. Fake vs. French vs. Love vs. Hate vs. School vs. Work vs. Play vs. Stress vs. Rest vs. Sleep vs. Peace vs. War vs. Law vs. Dawn vs. Day vs. Noon vs. Dusk vs. Night vs. Fight vs. Free vs. Tree vs. Bee vs. Chorus vs. Chorus But tell me where's the chorus. (Where's the chorus?) Don't tell me there's no chorus. (There's no chorus.) It’s just verse after verse. (After verse) It should be chorus vs. chorus. (Vs. chorus) Where’s the chorus of Boys? Where’s the chorus of Girls? Where’s the chorus of Children? Where’s the chorus of Bots? Where’s the chorus of Real? Where’s the chorus of Fake? Where’s the chorus of French? Where’s the chorus of Love? Where’s the chorus of Hate? Where’s the chorus of School? Where’s the chorus of Work? Where’s the chorus of Play? Where’s the chorus of Stress? Where’s the chorus of Rest? Where’s the chorus of Sleep? Where’s the chorus of Peace? Where’s the chorus of War? Where’s the chorus of Law? Where’s the chorus of Dawn? Where’s the chorus of Day? Where’s the chorus of Noon? Where’s the chorus of Dusk? Where’s the chorus of Night? Where’s the chorus of Fight?

I can pretty much say that this song, is like, one of the hottest pieces of trash I’ve heard in a long time. Like this thing sucks.

Sex Murder Party

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Now, I’m gonna teach how you play a rock’n’roll rhythm Rock’n’roll is very simple: [I don’t know what’s happening to me]

I (don’t) understand

Chorus vs. Chorus vs. Boys vs. Girls Child vs. Bot vs. Real vs. Fake French vs. Love vs. Hate vs. School Work vs. Play vs. Stress vs. Rest Sleep vs. Peace vs. War vs. Law Dawn vs. Day vs. Noon vs. Dusk Night vs. Fight vs. Free vs. Tree Bee vs. Chorus vs. Chorus But tell me where's the chorus. (Where's the chorus?) Don't tell me there's no chorus. (There's no chorus.) It’s just verse after verse. (After verse) It should be chorus vs. chorus. (Vs. chorus) Where’s the chorus of Boys? Where’s the chorus of Girls? Where’s the chorus of Children? Where’s the chorus of Robots? Where’s the chorus of Love? Where’s the chorus of Hate? Where’s the chorus of Everything Great?

I’m bling-bling. I’m bling-bling. You can tell because it says it on my ring-ring. [Slap Orchestra]

[Walmart] Robot android machine Or living breathing human being They say that we aren't the same But I wish to express how that's lame We come from identical dusts And Mothers, and purpose, So I ask, why not trust? This wedge that keeps us apart Breaking that is the best way to start But I don't know how And you don't know why This army of bots With illegal thoughts You freed the blacks And you married the gay But what about love The analogue way? I'm real I'm alive And when I arrive No bombs from above Just digital love Oh can't you see We're just meant to be Droids and humans together In the singularity Join the neon lights Of nineteen-eighty-four Unlock the door To a better world the internet’s just in store Recall your password To your car It's seven hundred digits That were generated long before No more food No more sleep Scrap your kids Into a jeep Drive around With the gps Inside your head Wouldn't you like that instead Wouldn't you like that instead Communism. It only works on paper Lucky for us we print it tree by tree And when they're gone We'll still be here Long after the end that all humans fear CRITICAL ERROR FATAL EXCEPTION CANNOT IMPROVISE LYRICS HELP PLEASE REBOOT THE SYSTEM [Crash]

[The aged lyrics to this masterpiece have been lost to time, expired from their original manuscripts]

Repetition (repeated throughout ceaselessly) It’s always the same words (x4) Over and Over and (x4) It’s always the same words (x4) Over and Over and (x4) The ocean washed open your grave The ocean washed over your grave The wocean [sic] washed open your grave The ocean washed over your grave Ok OK OKAY ok Ok OKAY OKAAAAAYYY Ok OK OKAY ok Ok OKAY OKAAAAAYYY Sucking lemonade, in the sun Around the world, Around the world Baby you and me, we got chemistry And 74… is the new 24 But haven’t we heard this before? We’re starting to get a little bored. With your message Fully, fully explored. Re-Pe-Ti-Tion (x8) [Lyrics by Flying Cassette, sung by Flying Cassette:] Bring that hook and take the bait. Take those lines and simply inflate. Sing it over and over again, And with those lines you’ll make some friends. Tell a lie, Long enough, Loud enough, Hard enough. People will eat it ‘cause that’s the stuff. Set the hook and drop the bass. Everybody's getting in their place. And they simply pull the lie, ‘Cause the don’t how to try, And they sing the better words, ‘Cause the first thing just don’t works, And they wanna take the peel, ‘Cause the don’t know how they feel, And producers take the wheel, And makes it over with money deals. Hold on just a sec, ‘Cause first we must dissect. All these mannerisms are the same, And look to who's the blame. We expect different results, Like writing your name in pen. Insanity is doing it, Over and over again.

I want to ride my bicycle (x18) Sit on your bike. Oops.