Competition at the country club;

I must admit I haven't had the habit yet

Of psyching out the competition

But I haven't even had it yet

I'm simply always better and ahead

(especially in blind audiences and unpaid promotion numbers)

Taking out the competition

Everything is tailored custom made

and never miss an invitation

Simple stocks and bonds

You've got more toxic numbers

Groms,

And undercrossed fingers

Simple stocks and bongs

You don't belong here

But you're locked in as a blonde here

James bond bandit

And Jennifer Anniston's antics

(only water and cucumber,

Never salt or carbs

I'm hardly even made of carbon,

You know

Ha

Ha

Ha.)

Mr. Always.

Mr. Present.

Mr. Precise.

Mr. Heaven

Mr. Rampage

Mr. Me, right?

Mr. Yeah Right

Mr. Maybe

Mr. Mistake

Mr. Thank You

Mr. Please Me

Mr. You're late

But where's Mr. Headache?

But where's the Kardashian?

But where's Mr. Be Straight and On Time

And Unconscious?

And where's Mr. These Days?

And where's Mr. Keep a blade in your pocket?

Cause you're one to one with the whole lot of

Obstacles

So there you are again

Throw you off your horse?

There must be a room for this

Or a template.

L E G E N D S

That leaving you have in your feeling as a heart…

Don't want to watch to go but want

Want

Want

Lost the for you wonder don't know

Younger water but I

Want

Want

Want

Dealing with my broken parts

Underground and in the storage room

I don't know what's left of earth

But last I heard of her

The world was broken

I want the window the closed

But it won't minimize

Left the top open

Might as well have been the door

I used to lock them,

But not anymore

The whole world is stolen

V.o.

You know that magic trick where you're bending a spoon with your mind?

BLŪ pulls a BAKING SHEET out of the OVEN with a melted plastic spoon on it.

This isn't like that at all.

HANZEL

Yu Vere Bazically Vurking Wit Nazis.

Shh! Don't Say that!

HANZEL CONT'D

(Shrugging dismissively)

Vhat. Jew Vere.

{Enter The Multiverse}

I got six press kits

Costs a fee to book a gig

Come with me you could get ditched

Come to Vegas, Could get Hitched

(Real Love!)

I don't wanna take your time up,

Cause that be some of mine, hun

N if you're tryna find fun,

Should probably bring the wine

Techno but need a nine? No

Ten, I am a diamond

Stevie, I'm a blind ya

Wonder if that's a low blow

But none of that's below me

Know you know

I ain't your homie

I'm the only on who know me

Not a worry, I believe you—

You don't need me,
I don't need you

Now you See me:

No you don't—
Hope to see me

{Enter The Multiverse}

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