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Emmett Brown Oct 2016
Skrillex and Rob
Sitting in the tree
Eating their beans

Playing some cod
Eating some food
Rob then says "What up dude"
Skrillex replies "Nothing much just eating some food"

Skrillex looks at Rob
Rob looks at him
They start to get feisty

Skrillex starts to hop
Rob starts to cheer
I'm rick Harrison and this is my pawn shop
Rick Harrison, Skrillex, Rob D, Feisty, food, Jewish
lyrical rhymes, beats in epic time
dance around ten times the dime
that's beats per minute, 100 plus
wonderful noises reminiscent of us
dark poets sing of ravens and owls
while I sing of roars and howls
serenades in escalades, roll down the powershades
Dubstep beat-drops, guitar string heart-throbs
all of them blast through my Skullcandy's
dance the dance of wine and brandy
drunken and wild and not so mild
spark animal instincts, to hunt and mate
mangled sheets and broken beds
lie below the newlyweds
as the saxophone and trombone
softly sweep around their home
Deadmau5, Skrillex and Nero
party hard to Guitar Hero
while I slave over my laptop
listening to the beat drop.
Cudi, Miller, My skrillex killer.
My only tune is dreamin high,
I'm just sober it's a lie, Got my tack my only tune,
iss ok be home in june,
see my boo so soon no doom,
Its a relapse she my trigga I collapse  wit out my *****.
has the tips we seen the trips.
Keep ya real don't give ya lips,
         Your'e friend that blow your'e friend the ***,
don't lose your'e pride don't lose that glow,
I'd feal the blame.
My heart the shame., Restart the button and earn the "name"

I'm sorry hailey, Leavin nd diseven
                      Gettin lost nd takin cost,
Ya boo jesse Mckush
       for  my  sister  hailey   *haglund
purpledandelion Jul 2019
I luv it when you say,
I Don’t Want Your Money ,
give it to other H.E.R s”
Just wanna tell ya,
All the diamonds, silver or gold
would be useful when you’re old.

Now you are 28,
twenty years from now,
when it only costs 50 Cent for an Eminem CD,
would you Remember the Name of the guy who wrote you this piece.

When November smiles, you would be South of the Border
at the doors of Melbourne
and then to the Wellington gates,
go exploring something foreign.
Don’t forget your Cardi gan when you meet the farmgirl Camilla.
Don’t ride solo on Friday nights.
Listen to Travis, the cab driver next-door who’s gonna tell ya,
Don’t be Anti-Social and beware of biker gangs.

Put It All on Me,
Your tantrums, temper and ill moods,
I’ll mix them into a cocktail called Ella Mai.
I try to be strong, so I eat demons. It feels evil, those little devils.
Bada Boom bada bing, you’ll knock me right off my feet.
I Don’t Care if Leann never _Feels like listening to me, but do hear out Justin the Canadian barber.
Be wary of Young **** s and J Hus tlers.

You are right, there is Nothing On You that I dislike.
Paolo does his laundry at Dave,
Leann finds her bravery, be safe.
I know you don’t do beef or coffee,I’ll board the Stormzy Airlines to Take Me Back to London just to buy you toffees.

YEBBA black sheep,
Have you any wool?
Yebba, Yebba three bags full,
One for Ed,
one for his dame,
and the Best Part of Me is meant for you.

It is all fun and gluey when we BLOW bubbles on the floor,
munching a Mars snicker while chatting up Chris tina.

The only Way to Break My Heart is not by a Skrillex drill,
but by seeing you ill.
For your good health,
I’ll run a 1000 Nights over Gasing hill,
with a cat called Meek Mill
till the day time stood still.

No matter what you say, didn’t say, what you do, didn’t do,
it will never Cross Me but I do mean to do what I say..a Chance to bring you to Budapest to see a stone called PnB Rock.

Auckland beckons, I reckon. My friend Khalid will bring you to meet all the Beautiful People ,
lots of glitz and loads of blitz
but I would still only have eyes for you, carelessly whispering to your ear,
“You look stunning, dear”
Samber Sep 2012
Have never known such beauty until last night. Skin to skin our weighted bodies passed through a house with ease. Patrone stung the throats of eager souls trying to find themselves in the night. Shot glasses raised high above heads and my smile penetrated the darkness. **** hits and low hip dips we held the night in our hands. It was easy to get lost with those beautiful arms pulling you in a thousand directions. Hidden cool rooms and teens reaching their doom I was completely consumed. Pale skin and heavy laughter her arms held my dizzy head as always. She cooled me off and led me back to familiar arms. Side glances and smoke filled lungs I heard cinema by skrillex bumpin through me. That night dissolved into me.
Submissions to the Annual Musical Torture Experiment for 2017 are officially open!

Submit your five songs by emailing them to
[email protected]

"BUT WHAT IS THE MUSICAL TORTURE EXPERIMENT NICK?"

Well me, I'm glad you asked.
The Musical Torture Experiment was started in 2013 by yours truely, Nicholas R Coulombe.
Where I asked everyone I knew, met, or saw on the street, to hand me 5 songs that I would add to one playlist,
listen to that playlist on a loop
AND NO OTHER MUSIC
for an entire month.

I have continued this tradition each year
recruiting Willing victims & voulenteers
to listen along with me.

These victims have many different lives, interests, and genre preferences,
but there is one thing they all have in common.

The blissfull escapism of living in their headphones.

This gaggle of Tune-heads who use their music as a fundamental life resource, a coping mechanism, an escapist fantasy or meditation.
These people offer their body and spirit to music.

Now, for a whole month, they are relinquishing control of their music.

Shotgun no longer shuts their piehole.

For an entire month.
Listeners will not be able to skip or select any music other than
YOUR SUBMISSIONS!

This is the perfect opportunity to force someone to really find whats so amazing about those artists we culturally hate.
Or maybe theirs an oldy that your grandkids Refuse to consider music because there is static or twangy voices instead of bass drops.

Maybe you talk about your love of skrillex and a hipster spits their kombucha in your face.

If you have songs that DESERVE the light of day.
This is your chance to indulge in their exhibition.

want to voulenteer yourself as tribute to listen along with these crazy *******?
keep tabs on what is being added cause you think its kinda interesting?
Or contribute YOUR five songs?

Just
Send an email to [email protected]
by the end of August to participate!

Go check out the playlist itself here:

https://open.spotify.com/user/124409443/playlist/2TAdzDUKx7sfW1uJrqMS7K
Go check out the playlist itself here:

https://open.spotify.com/user/124409443/playlist/2TAdzDUKx7sfW1uJrqMS7K
Nadeah Apr 2014
Everything around me spends ...
As I'm sitting on the toilet....
Time stops for no one ...
How am I going to pass this class...
What am I doing with this ciggerette..
I hate being lonely...
I hate seeing other people together...
Let me get on Facebook ...
There is nothing on Facebook ...
Let me get on Instagram...
**** , no one liked my pictures ...
No one cares about me ...
How am I suppose to live my life ..
When am I going to be happy ...
When will I get a car...
Am I ugly ...
Do I smell..
What will people do if I die ...
How am I suppose to live with this ...
I am going to fail my classes...
My mother will kick me out...
My brother hates my guts...
Are my friends my true friends....
Will someone walk in the restroom ...
They think I'm *******...
They think I'm peeing..
They really don't care..
No one cares about me ...
Why am I African American ...
Do I have purpose in life ...
Well I need to study more....
I love skrillex so much ...
I love dubstep even more ...
Music and drawing is my life ...

Everything right now ***** but I guess it'll get better huh......
Dev Sep 2018
there are far too many holes in my shirt
he tells me, winking
he asks me if I'm cold
Would I like his jumper?
No, it's far too small.
He's far too happy
when he sits here
talking with me
and I am far too at ease.
He tells me about his dreams and plans
he talks about video games, how he stans
for skrillex, and all that dubstep stuff
and I can't even listen to it now.
He tells me his home life,
and how he was scared
He tells me about brothers
and possible sisters
He asks me how I am,
and I tell him the truth
he hangs an arm round my shoulder
he is far too comfortable with
comforting me.
But only when no one else is here
but see, now I'm embellishing
because I am not talking to him
I'm talking about him
to myself.
I'm not yet comfortable with comforting myself
and there are far too many holes in this shirt
and the story.
Sometimes I think I made it all up, I'm not entirely sure I didn't.
oUt Of sYNc Jul 2021
Hi
Hi, says the girl with the right eyes
That pairs pretty well when she hits you with the soft smile
You can kind of tell that something's going on, but
She's like a Skrillex song that never drops, she'll never talk
She'll never talk about the feelings that she felt today
Better kept inside of a fence, inside of a cage, inside of a safe
That's safe for her, 'cause they, they just hurt
And she don't know why that God's on dirt
I hope he's trying
She said, she said, she said, she said
She said "I hope he's trying"
"do you think he's trying?"
Then I said "I don't know"
But I asked her "What's wrong?"
She just nods her head
And then I asked her "What's wrong?"
And she said
He was the picture, perfect person
Loved my mother, oh, so dearly, you could
Feel the love reverberate whenever in our building
If it'd feel the same today, I wish I'd know, but
Sometimes you drive a car and lose control
Into poles, hold me closely
I don't think you should love me
I always feel so lonely, knowing that nothing will ever last forever
Sorry, you're much too late, much too late
Sorry, you're, you're much too late
Much too late
Hi, says the girl who doesn't have time for relationship advice
Rather relationships at all
She holds her breath all day and ******* gasps for air at night
She promised she would love me, but only 'til the morning time
The more that I engage in it, the more that I am mortified
That I'm like every other ****** guy
And then bye
Says the girl who doesn't have time for relationship advice
Rather relationships at all
I asked her "What's wrong?"
I asked her "What's wrong?"
And she said
And she said, she said
He's such a bummy, crusty, cruddy, father
******* every girl he takes to coffee
He lied to mom in holy matrimony
Hold me closely
I don't think you should love me
I always feel so lonely, knowing that nothing will ever last forever
Sorry, you're, you're much too late
Much too late
I'm sorry, you're, you're much too late
You're much too late, you're much too
Sorry , you're much too late
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