53 / No. 53 / Twain
I’m… not sure what to say about No. 53. For the longest time, she hid behind this mask of internet culture, memes, and enlightened entropic ambivalence—but that was never really her, was it? Well, I don’t think it’s entirely fair to say that none of it was her. Normal people don’t watch 80-part documentaries on other random people on the internet. Anyway, her playlist is a mess. It’s all over the place, just like her. And we wouldn’t have her any other way.
-D.H.
Ooh, you're like that Cheshire Cat
There's a devil that resides behind your smile
You've got them diamond eyes, they hypnotize
Your unsuspecting victims with your style
Now I'ma rap a rhyme with the greatest of ease
And swing it like the man on the flying trapeze
And if you don't like it you grab on these
And now I need some help from the maestro please
I've got skills, they don't know where to use me
I'm like the best dressed dude at the nude beach
Nice to meet you
Guess who resurrected, guess who's infected
Guess who's trying to jump out the frame
Escape the flames of hell on my back
But no, you never expected, mister inspecta
Never expected this to spoil your diagnosis
Lord knows your hypothesis' whack
Oh, boy, I can see your body moving
Half animal, half man
I don't, don't really know what I'm doing
But you seem to have a plan
Shaggy pass the boombastic
Daphne said don't do that
Freaky Fred smashed the gas and slammed us into traffic
Now Scrappy wanna box and throw them bows
So I had to sic the pitbull on him before he could pass one blow
(Sorry the original OutKast version isn’t on Spotify)
Listen to your heart (No)
Keep on keeping on (No)
Just say "no" to drugs (No)
Eat a healthy lunch (No)
Draw outside the lines (No)
Pay your parking tickets (No)
Buy one, get one free (No)
Turn the other cheek (No)
He says nothing
He just hands me a cup of coffee
It smells amazing, mmh sh8t
I close my eyes, put it to my lips, take a tentative sip
Uuh, oh my God
Tastes like sh8t
My grip on my secrets slipping while I'm speaking in tongues
Screaming at the top of my lungs in the confession booth
Take it with a pillar of salt, H.A.L.T., it's not my fault
The devil made me do it, but I also kinda wanted to
I met a man downtown the other day
With ruby eyes that took my life away
The moral always goes
Don't trust the wolf in woolen clothes
But know the consequence of imagination's fear
