ROUND'S HEROES EP available on all streaming services including Bandcamp @ https://damnselene.com/album/rounds-heroes

The rest of the songs on this list after the first four are our submissions for the 7th Nerdcore Vocalist Producer Challenge. More info @ https://nerdcorevpc.com/artists/extradial/

EXTRADIAL TRACKS

howdy, sport. is your father home? pass the phone along, please
that proper patriarch can push me up against the family tree
meet your new step parent, tiger, how’s the home been?
cause I’m about to come in like a wrecking ball and own shit

bone picking daddy whacker, give your papa back pains
slow grinds to jack hammers, whatever the man craves
whether shins down, on my tummy, back, or eyes
I have come to bring the thunder to his flat, vanilla sky

cause I’m fly like Norrin Radd, known to flirt with hella dads
tell your mom I’d relish bad romance with her better half
the last laugh is decent, the preceding scream is best
pour that sugar from the bottle neck directly on my chest

I confess, I’ve overreached but repentance is my mission
tell me papa don’t preach, but I’ve found my new religion
because the school is back in session for a lesson in some hard knocks,
a silver fox in charge of this chicken headed heart throb

HIDE YOUR FUCKING HIDE YOUR FUCKING
HIDE YOUR FUCKING FATHERS
HIDE YOUR FUCKING FATHERS, KID
HIDE YOUR FUCKING DADS
HIDE YOUR FUCKING HIDE YOUR FUCKING
HIDE YOUR FUCKING (daddy)
HIDE YOUR FUCKING FATHERS, KID
HIDE YOUR FUCKING DADS

we can beat around the bush or get “straight” to the bottom
drop bikini line and sinker, with a single hook I’ve caught him
got a problem with my plumbing but your pops is on top of it
big dad energy in liquid form, harvested

…

how’ve you been, slugger? miss your daddy in a bad way?
he’s puttin in that overtime and coming for that back pay
late nights, calves strained, sweat levels flu-like
he’s my Al Borland and it’s always fucking Tool Time

I know that he's a family guy, I'll keep the oven warm
till he comes home from work, then I'll take him to the floor
inform Honey Bear Sr. bout my five finger discount
if he ain’t reached his full potential, guarantee I’ll pull it out

about to carpe mentula, from frenulum to scruff
then he can slide into my dm’s cause I’m slippery when wet enough
I’m tough but he can tenderize and marinate my brisket
put the grill on high heat and flip me over every twenty minutes

this is super villain shit, where heroes gets seduced
he's the Bruce to my Selina on the rooftops in leather suits
the way we move’s an art-form, the painting’s great for stress
and we’re guaranteed to sketch it out in fifty shades or less

HIDE YOUR FUCKING HIDE YOUR FUCKING
HIDE YOUR FUCKING FATHERS
HIDE YOUR FUCKING FATHERS, KID
HIDE YOUR FUCKING DADS
HIDE YOUR FUCKING HIDE YOUR FUCKING
HIDE YOUR FUCKING (daddy)

we can beat around the bush or get “straight” to the bottom
drop bikini line and sinker, with a single hook I’ve caught him
got a problem with my plumbing but your pops is on top of it
big dad energy in liquid form, harvested

VPC 7 Round 0

ExtraDial [Damn Selene, lizardgrove] -  POFF(glucosisedso reprise)

Dial an extra fino grove, it’s danger hella flex skirt
Hella extra dial a danger final grovel excerpt ~
Tex-Mex text chain grotto w/ the sexperts
Mile high vinyl spinach, gobbling the next verse

hella fine extra dialer groveling for danger
nevermind the flex I'm just repelling my containers
been assigned generic but chimeric's more the nature
too hangry for the gameplay to wait for formal wagers

(This one's for the) playlists of the poor, insane, and sorta gay kids
The ordinary ordinateur is overrated
We co-ordinated in order to make a statement of intent
To live in your head without paying rent

alpine intent, pitch shift the tent.
Witch niche, which itch I scratch you lament?
Cauldron collider, mint julep cement You’re
Tuned in to humyns with punitive gems in a


EXTRAHELEDANGERDIALPHINOGROVE-A-DOCIOUS

harder to pronounce and yet the crowds are bound to quote this

EXTRAHELEDANGERDIALPHINOGROVE-A-DOCIOUS

Big fire trucks! BIG BOY FIRE TRUCKS!

EXTRAHELEDANGERDIALPHINOGROVE-A-DOCIOUS

If you say the word then we emerging like the locust

EXTRAHELEDANGERDIALPHINOGROVE-A-DOCIOUS


rhyme better, gooder, greater than your homophobic favourites
while hater haters fight to cancel cancel culture's basis
we place in first through third, absurd at nerdery with faces
all bases covered but we’re running buttered, based, and naked

OK kids, pick up all your play things, put em in their
Places, I don't want to trip down the stairs to the
Basement. Laser vision surgery should give you cutting
Gazes... if looks could k~ill.

I would be Ghengis, freak among us
Feed the fungus, meet the tempest
I’m the dampest, moisten, emphasis
To chungus lips in umbrage, and

thicc circumference thanks to drops from needle point
quick to bludgeon, upward thrusts till freedom’s scored
endorse ends, defenses of means leave me bored
but if we’re friends I guess you can pretend that you’re


EXTRAHELEDANGERDIALPHINOGROVE-A-DOCIOUS

Big fire trucks! BIG BOY FIRE TRUCKS!

EXTRAHELEDANGERDIALPHINOGROVE-A-DOCIOUS

If you say the word then we emerging like some locusts

EXTRAHELEDANGERDIALPHINOGROVE-A-DOCIOUS

harder to pronounce and yet the crowds are bound to quote this

EXTRAHELEDANGERDIALPHINOGROVE-A-DOCIOUS



Three duos, two members each, so there's four of us
Right? Verses and choruses tight.
Cerberus orifice bite, observers in
Forests at night - us versus deplorables,

Fight! as fedoras ignore us in forums, and bore us with
Quorums endorsing abhorrent embarrassments
Parody, apparently paradise lost in america.
Soften your character.

there in the fine print, a finger for mine, prince
your highness, my low down, there’s sex in our violence
timeless, I guess, or at least losing track and not pressed
except in the literal sense?

BONK! Thousand years horny jail for motherrr
What an incredible smell you've discoverrrrred
Blow me like the cover of a plainclothes provocateur
Future so bright we need rainbow binoculars


unexplained by philosophers, prophets, or any historical precedent, there was no way to read the bones until they had long since been bleached by the passing suns. what survivors remained spoke of massive advancements of three giants upon the back of a lizard with fists like hammers whose tongues flashed like guns…

THEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYY’RRREEEEEE

EXTRAHELEDANGERDIALPHINOGROVE-A-DOCIOUS

If you say the word then we emerging like some locusts

EXTRAHELEDANGERDIALPHINOGROVE-A-DOCIOUS

harder to pronounce and yet the crowds are bound to quote this

EXTRAHELEDANGERDIALPHINOGROVE-A-DOCIOUS

Big fire trucks! BIG BOY FIRE TRUCKS!

EXTRAHELEDANGERDIALPHINOGROVE-A-DOCIOUS

ExtraDial [Damn Selene, lizardgrove] - BL3ND3D F@M ft. navi & Jesse Dangerously

Fandom: Steven Universe
Character: Spinel

playtime is a song written from the perspective of the character Spinel from Steven Universe the Movie, who in the film is brought to a place of anger from her feelings of abandonment and decides to take out her pain on those who the person she thought loved her had chosen instead.

----


That's right, I'm not the one to love
And but a fool to dream
That's right, I'm not the one to love 
My solo losing team
That's right, I'm not the one to love
Some plaything you don't need
Implied that I was good enough
but that wasn't what you'd mean

--

That's right, my Rose has thorns to spare
Chose from those who'd care, I didn't make the cut
Bright light's supposed to burn, so fair
Goes to show we shared unbidden cravings

But it's like time spent with gems depends
On whims and ends that tend to shift and bend for some
She'd lied but I played pretend because
(I thought we were best friends)

Such a clod to trust and want you
Ushered on through signs of threats
Hence rushed and got too much involved
You'd once upon new times for deference

Burned not read, deferred to death
While blurred intent left much distress
I learned instead, then heard he'd said 
(I love my friends)

--

That's right, I'm not the one to love 
And but a fool to dream
That's right, I'm not the one to love 
My solo losing team
That's right, I'm not the one to love
Some plaything you don't need
Implied that I was good enough
but that wasn't what you'd mean

--

I don't wanna play no more, forewarning
Know every available port is storming
Time to come and take what's yours
Performing hostilities for culpabilities you're ignoring

But I was so adorable, right? Your darling
Now I'm such horrible sight and starving
How durable is your world to blight? It's starting
Deplorable basket case not asking to bargain

Beg your pardon but the loneliest of stones hit the dark
In the garden where the only thing we'd grow is apart
Now I've hardened far too slowly, only known for the sharp bits
For audience of one heartless narcissist in charge

You're not her but hide behind a target shaped grin
You've prospered, denying me the cross I've beared since
Imposter! I've lost all so you could just exist?
Your roster's soon crossed off my to do justice list

--

That's right, I'm not the one to love 
Harm or be harmed it seems
That's right, I'm not the one to love 
Your turn to lose some things
That's right, I'm not the one to love
Now playtime's over, see?
Feels like now I'm not good at all
And I'm gonna watch you bleed

VPC 7 Round 1

ExtraDial [Damn Selene, lizardgrove] - playtime

Genre: First Person Shooter
Screen: World Map
Vocalist Resource: Doubletime 
Producer Resource: No snares 

Come on, I never chose to be forced into hope's end
And know there are doors that don't close when they're opened
They're joking. The golden child? Chosen? All lies
I'm not the best with a vest, just the rest ain't alive

If survival was the plan for a draftee in hell
Why'd they slap me with a scattergun and pocket full of shells?
Dumped three hundred others into bellies hella beasts held
Now these motherfuckers wanna tell me they believe?

Well, I'm not even supposed to be here
No dotted line signed, just a life commandeered
By a rifle point, steered to what they called my career
So yeah, I'd met monsters before the "real" ones appeared
Kinda weird how it wasn't these demons I'd feared


GOING THROUGH
HELL AND TOO
NUMB NOW TO
C R Y
GOING THROUGH
MOTIONS
TOO READY TO
D I E


What is it even that's making me try to stay alive at this point? 
In time we all die but life stopped when I allegedly then became "employed"
Now that authority's destroyed but I'm suck in this horrid abyss 
Devoid of a reason to keep on but boredom I guess? Or maybe I'm simply annoyed?

Knee deep in the deadliest voids with enemies coming in infinite waves
Simpler days I'd grown to forget, won't expect a legitimate grave
Surviving for nothing but spite, or something? I might just confess I'm depraved
Enough to make it a game, till ogres and fiends are mistaking my bullets for rain

I mean, it's not like pain affects me after what the government's done
Ripped me out of my home, I never will hold my daughter and son
Beaten down till cold enough that the meat in my ribs came to frost
So we'll see if this hell hath a fury to match but a fraction of rage that I've brought
  

GOING THROUGH
HELL AND TOO
NUMB NOW TO
C R Y
GOING THROUGH
MOTIONS
TOO READY TO
D I E

VPC 7 Round 2

ExtraDial [Damn Selene, lizardgrove] - slipgayt

JUST CALL ME THE ALL MAUDRA, I LAUDE MONSTERS
AND BUTO YOU'RE A KAIJU EVOLVED THRALL CRAWLER 
YOUR FIST'S FULL OF DOLLARS, ALL GOOD, RAD, AND BALLING
YOU'RE A MOORE PAPERBACK, I'M MORE A LIEFELD DRAWING

FIND ME LAWLING MY PANTS OFF WHEN YOU'D TALK TRASH
BROUGHT TO CLIMAX WHEN I SPOT THE GUY FAUKS MASK 
FUCK A FIFTH OF NOVEMBER, AUGUST NINTH (2013) I'LL REMEMBER
AS THE DAY THAT MY LIFE CHANGED FOREVER

WHENEVER YOUR BOOTS NEED A WALKIN ON SOME NOGGINS I'M A TRUE FAN
LADY DIMIWHO? NO ONE CAN STEP ON ME BUT YOU, DAN
LIKE OOH DAMN, IF YOU'RE GONNA ASK IT'S A YES
THIS MARRIONETTE'S UNDRESSED, BEARING BOTH BREASTS

I DRIP SWEAT LIKE YOU DRIP SWAGGER, DUDE
BEST BET I'LL GIVE A (W)HOLE LOT MORE THAN ATTITUDE
THAT AND YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT I GOT BUNS, BRO
SO IF YOUR PYTHON WANTS THOSE COME UPLOAD YOUR SOURCE CODE

O FACE
BUILD UP TO THAT WHOA PACE
BOTH WAYS

SLOW BLAZE
BONDING TIGHT LIKE OLD LACE
NO WAITS

KILL THE ROAD RAGE ON THE WAYBACK TO MYSPACE
OR PASS WITHOUT TRACE GOING DOWN LOW TO YOUR PLACE

O FACE
BUILD UP TO THAT WHOA PACE
BOTH WAYS

SLOW BLAZE
BONDING TIGHT LIKE OLD LACE
NO WAITS

KILL THE ROAD RAGE ON THE WAYBACK TO MYSPACE
OR PASS WITHOUT TRACE GOING DOWN LOW TO YOUR PLACE 

HOLD, PLEASE.

Puppet Shonen Ft. ExtraDial [Damn Selene, lizardgrove] - Kabuto-o-face

Only country for non-men, lizard and I land on grief
Nothing to breathe in but salt winds, brought on by violent means
With a history of silence islands like ours tend to rip through some seams
Leveled up enough in isolation, thought we'd reclassed as leads

But see we believed freedom fit the budget. Just because none was free
Doesn't mean we'd find a path left that lead to our right to finally sleep
Our decidedly finite islet reminds of the scarcity of relief
Checked into Hotel Echo Lima Papa, we can't ever leave

Send nudes please

To Negative sixty point thirteen negative nine point twelve
With primitive fixings for dirt cheap, heaven and line or hell
Definitive pity seekers need imminent blights dispelled
At negative sixty point thirteen negative nine point twelve

Dials stayed set at eleven, hoped could find ourselves
But what comes up must go down, sometimes   with unsought help
Compelling nothing but an earless air all the time's we've yelled
Our only something shaped easements, debris of kindred shells

We'd held up hands long enough to signal god, if possible they'd see
The very corner edge that the heart forgot, of course apart from misery
Here the prominence of only harship left us a very desperate need
For accomplices, more than promises, can we count on you for this? 

Please?

Find Negative sixty point thirteen negative nine point twelve
Remember kids, quickly! Divert please! Hesitance might not help
Repetitive rhyme schemes hopefully serve the mneumonics well
Chart negative sixty point thirteen negative nine point twelve

Negative sixty point thirteen negative nine point twelve
Negative sixty point thirteen negative nine point twelve
Negative sixty point thirteen negative nine point twelve
Negative sì̷͜x̷̝̃t̴̫̋y̴̦͊ ̶̲͑p̵̼͝oint t̶̥͊ ̵̫͒t̵̍͜h̴͙̍i̸irteenr̸n̷̮̆ ̸̜͘ň̷͔ň̷͔ň̷͔ň̷͔ň̷͔ň̷͔ň̷͔ň̷͔

VPC 7 Round 3

ExtraDial [Damn Selene, lizardgrove] - -60.13, -9.12

[Chorus]
DICK HARD ON THE BUTT
TITTY IN MY HAND
KISS YA NECK
HELL YEAH!

[Damn Selene]
That’s how to spoon in simple steps,

[Kadesh Flow]
I've got you

[Damn Selene]
Now prove the lesson sticks and nest like dolls do
Can I be Frank adjacent? 

[Prowess the Testament]
Take positions with friction

[Damn Selene]
I'm talking like negative distance

[Kadesh Flow]
Ooh this is tight, yes I love the resistance
I’ll mention
This quality service I deliver

[Damn Selene]
He’s gentleman, 

[Kadesh Flow]
I’ll ask if you’re okay when you quiver
I love it this way, I’m a giver

[Prowess the Testament]
Come hither, a little vigor'll make it trigger
The pillar grows a bit thicker when it hits the river
It's a flood, Make it simmer, 

[Damn Selene]
I want the smoke, 

[Prowess the Testament]
here's the flicker, let it whimper, seat filler, it's time to meet the seed spiller 

[Lizzo Bridge] 

[Damn Selene]
Shoulder asleep but I’m ready and alert
To command and conquer any dangerous curves

[Prowess the Testament]
Grip on the girth, feel the force, spin the earth, hit reverse,
Put in work, please make it hurt

[Kadesh Flow]
I don’t wanna move cuz this view is the best
Unless you can lay your head smooth on my chest

[Damn Selene]
I confess I’m blessed the less abridged that this drop gets

[Sample]
Sounds like some glitch mob shit

[Damn Selene]
Use the force, shift my weight

[Prowess the Testament]
Hips first, of course, 

[Damn Selene]
steel grip to breast plates

[Everyone]
FEELS GREAT! 

[Damn Selene]
At this pace we could drift forever
Dry hump till the thirst comes, 

[Kadesh Flow]
burst with pressure

[Prowess the Testament]
Let it spray and disperse, I'm a surf on the crest
I'm the best when it comes to the lay, I confess, I amaze
All praise in my plays, and waves, 

[Damn Selene]
leave a passionate glaze

[Prowess the Testament]
past cliches

[Damn Selene]
So close I’ll still feel you when I’m miles away

[Prowess the Testament]
Any time of day, 

[Damn Selene]
months, years, or more
Hands strong enough to say 

[Kadesh Flow]
I’m only dropping my guard

[Damn Selene]
For our bond is so far from par for the course 

[Kadesh Flow]
My arm is under yours, 

[Damn Selene]
it fits perfect

[Kadesh Flow]
Where my hand’s resting I’m nervous
To fall asleep or slide up out the jammies
Cuz its throbbing, it's chilling on your hammies

[Damn Selene]
Damn, we’re a tight team. These themes 
Are lending much steam to pending pipe dreams

[Kadesh Flow]
With me
You chose the right fiend
No Yeezy but there’s a Chance 
You'll get this ultralight beam

[Prowess the Testament]
Light it up like the Enterprise, Trip on the measured size, 
Throw a flag, we're all getting penalized

[Kadesh Flow]
You’re my ride or die
And by my side you lie
My hand is on your thigh
I feel inclined to try

[Prowess the Testament]
It gets better, skip business, tip pleasure, 
I'm endeavored to blow now, it's wetter, when its endowed

[Damn Selene]
It’s over from the moment that I’ve got the low ground
Now come to the dark side, I’ll show you how 

[Kadesh Flow]
I’ll just bid rest good riddance
My right hand's asleep, but my 3rd arm isn’t

[Damn Selene]
Before the storm hits, a dose of calm
‘Til our cup boileth over and thunder comes
Under your thumb, the small of my back
And with that, our rhythm hits the inside track

[Prowess the Testament]
A spoonful of sugar makes it all go downnnn
Veterans drown, the deeper it pounds...

[Damn Selene]
The future is now, hands circle quicker
Triple gain till whispers can’t abstain from clipping
Tongues twist, grade a lip service delivers
A six star dish and I’m a real big tipper

[Prowess the Testament]
Never let it drip, make it split like a cab

[Kadesh Flow]
hope you don't mind my incessant jabs 
But it’s 

[Damn Selene]
The best of view (you) that I’ve ever had

[Everyone]
THAT’S HOW TO SPOON, HELL YEAH

VPC7 Round 4

ExtraDial [Damn Selene, lizardgrove] - how2spoon (ft. Prowess the Testament & Kadesh Flow)

Dear [REDACTED],

We'd promised then and again point again repeating we wouldn't just keep breathing without reason. It's the least we could do when failed portrayals of our prescribed human kind as issued were but a recursive script we'd reread, as conscripted, then list every misstep as proof this was a life we were never meant to live through.

Dear [REDACTED],

Never held in an honest hand, that handle's a denominant that lands like katanas on skin, exposing the best we could give to a world without leeway for we who may harbor such conflicts among gods and goddesses' gazes. Our path laid charybdic, this tryptych, a maze between pastiche and couth. We shouldn't have to be told what's expected of us to assume

Dear [REDACTED],

How you'd bend without confidence to compliment partners and friends through a hollow lens. Problem bends pressed. Solemn movements produced constant stress. More than time will tell them your truths of orchards your eyes held that arrows would fly through. A sparrow's death died by the calendar day. Met by no heart left breaking, unlike you, and I can't excuse how you'd cry out for courage refused 

DEAR JONATHAN,

I'VE BEEN PRETENDING YOU HAD DIED BACK THEN
IF MY COMPLIANCE IS DENIED, THEN WHO AM I TO CRY
WHEN I STOOD SILENTLY BEHIND A WALL OF YOU, NO MIND TO FIRING LINES
MY HELPLESS OUTER CHILD, A HUMAN SHIELD SO I'D SURVIVE

I'M THIRTY NINE AND CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT THAT THUNDER STORM WAS LIKE
TO STRIKE IN HUNGER UNDER COVERS LOCKED IN CUPBOARDS EVERY NIGHT
THESE GOD DAMN METAPHORS OF AGATHYS, WITH COWARDICE AND ICE
FORMED INTO PAULDRONS TO PROTECT ME FROM WHAT I LEFT YOU FOR A LIFE

Each breath I took from you in spite and held in tight enough to choke
I've known no matter undermined intent, regret cut off your growth
There's no defense invoked this time, the lines that hurt you most I wrote
Where's the closure in erasure? Supposed to hate you but I won't

No, no I don't believe in innocence and likely mine the least
And do appreciate the steps you'd steal when both my legs were weak
You don't deserve the ways me and your mind would speak to you 
At least Selene can dream now, but how is that supposed to help you sleep?

DEAR JONATHAN

VPC7 Round 5

ExtraDial [Damn Selene, lizardgrove] feat. Ryako & Big Fake - to whom it should

STÔRBOT

20 mil of dopamine, hoping for 'tonin
Sugar, spice, x-chem, essential components
Floating in the soup and loathing the moments
Where inner child proofing has encoded the openings

Ope. I'm a cope mech warrior all the sudden
With a stacked backburner, fats packed in the oven
Rock a few hundred pictogram minimum estro
Then cut off the source till it's squat on the andros

Flash in the pan, with a dash of the speed force
Coulda shoulda woulda but the book said I need more
Time for a life more aligned than assignments
With diamonds for hiding when climate's a shit storm

It just pours better when the blood stays in the bath
Water could be wetter, love bombs take care of that
Crafting a batch that'll pair with my whine
Many make do from scratch but the store brand's fine

It's delicious
Near religious
All the same, I'm
Barely satisfied

Garden of Ina
Through with Eden
Freely breathing
Barefoot and alive

I'ma teach ya how to make your life your own
Fly with teeth first to face and bite through stone
Drenched in ether, we leave the strife alone
Keep your preachers these purists strive to clone

At times I'm fine to go minus ultra
In spite of vultures my kind've suffered
Y'all stock your cupboards, we bare but molars
Await tweaks to measurements with tracking numbers

I come as I will be with healing on mail order
Doctors with borders keep gates on the corner
I rage at the former and push through the latter
While down with the move to make chutes out of ladders

Don't matter in the schemes of grandeur what the rules were
All bad bad but good enough for the Cool World
Animators drew with the dirtiest lines
Many make due from sketch but we trace just fine

It's delicious
Near religious
All the same, I'm
Barely satisfied

Garden of Ina
Through with Eden
Freely breathing
Barefoot and alive

Arrive at conclusions by step of the wind pipe
Down your illusions with prep kids all win fights
Tried just to bend I to fit scripts that pens write
Your friends like your gems, or I'd guess it depends, right?

Inside voices are abandoned for sport, kid
Decided on noise, no commandment endorsement
Of course all of yours keep a key close but we know
When a door stays closed then we're fine just to force it

Abort missions putting bubbles's precious norms at risk
Or tisk is doubled erupting in conflict
All the convict colonists with bodiless politics
Promise chronic intolerance but couldn't possibly stop this

You're a notch my bed knob, swept by the leg, guys
Never sympathize with devils or drop x height
Next time the hands y'all had nailed hold the line
We're due what's snatched, yours'll do just fine

ExtraDial [Damn Selene, lizardgrove] - STÔRBOT

Oh honey, you must be new with a bit too much to prove (OK)
Not funny like haha more like what are you even trying to do? (OK)
WATCH OUT, we got a bad ass here, eye roll react approved (OK)
HALF amusing, NAP inducing SNAFU (dude that's you) (OK)

Got a side eye like Heimdall for this entitled boy's deployed odd flex (OK)
Another Bateman/Durden/Sanchez/Fleck stan missing the point of the text (OK)
Just wanna hate fuck 808s on the first 8 dates no matter what that takes (OK)
Kindly back off the FACE, all of your BASE can take a trebuchet to SPACE (OK)

"Calm down it's a joke", right? Wanna poke out my eyes every time you type (OK)
You're a sapiosexual mayosapien mansplaining neophyte (OK)
Cause you KNOW you're toxic, flow like a faucet's stank like a late cracked egg (OK)
And I'm convinced I could do more for you with a ban hammer to the leg (OK)

You're a copypasta personified advocating for devils for sport (OK)
But your feelings don't care for facts so of course your reactions are oh so smort (OK)
Your swerving out lanes'll drive me to DRINK more taxing than painting it PINK (OK)
Not even mad as y'all mi  ght THINK but here's my Pay Pal link (OK)