#funk mclovin

the great dobalina oh the great dobalina

wizard great dobalina you're a fraud,

you could say it's odd with the way that you've got the peasants fooled

i'll come down from my tower you'll be schooled

Yo Dobalina put the grimoire down

we see a jester in a robe not a mage renowned

your potions on layaway youre huffin on fumes

your cheap enchantments bore skeletons in their tombs

showin up in robes from spirit Halloween,

I walk through dreamscapes, youre a cheap vape fiend

familiars don't like you, even the bats know,

yours is a goldfish that fish is flat broke

I'm a glyph-carvin star-chartin rhyme author

your ass is stuck with the harry potter starter

your wands got splinters my staff splinters planets

you cant cast a fireball while i spit volcanic

the great dobalina? don't make me laugh

whoever has seen ya knows youre all hot gas

you might own a cloak and you might quote a mantra

im as hard as an oak youre flat like old fanta

your spells are odd you trip on the beat

you dont summon gods you summon defeat

you rattle off spells like a substitute teacher

with the monotone drone that would bore a creature

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We will be raising money for Lambda Legal! A charity focused on fighting for LGBTQIA+ rights since 1973

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My father was a wise man Imparted some advice Said 'Don't take stuff for granted' to which I obeyed precice But now I'm in a quandry I think I'm doin' it wrong cuz' when I count my blessings It takes me far too long

[Chorus] I've got a roof on my head I got shoes on my feet I've got a voice unto make song I've got something to eat I've got clothes for my back And a hat for my head And the best thing of all: I'm not yet dead I've got a fan for the heat I've got fire for the cold I've got all my limbs I'm not that old I've got a clothes for my back And a hat for my head And the best thing of all: I'm not yet dead

One day I got my first job laying bricks down 9' to 5' Building up a building I'd never see inside And tho I got some others My jobs were no more nice Making things for cheaper than their asking price

[Chorus]

My father also told me He said, 'Before you go there's one thing that I'll tell ya I've discovered that is so When you meet a rich man in silk from head to end Be kind to his face son But don't ever be a friend

I will discuss the current state of social media and give them a rating on the UDICK scale.

Rank 1 is Usable. It should be a hint that the highest rank on this list is "Usable" and not "Good." Usable web sites are good for promotion, networking, and just hanging out.

Rank 2 is Dubious. It denotes a site that has use but has made certain anti-user choices but remains worth using.

Rank 3 is Ignoble. This rank is awarded to sites that are either not worth using or necessary evils.

Rank 4 is Contemptible. This rank represents a web site that makes its users worse.

Rank 5 is Kill Everyone Involved. This rank is awarded to the social media sites which are at a fundamental level, corrupting and eroding the very ties that bind the human species. Emblems of atomization.

These ratings are subjective and probably wrong. I'm sure I was too fair to many of these sites.

grimy alchemist staff dipped in obsidian hooded in a realm where the winds will talk to him chant glyph scripts flick wrist mist twist poppin off spells like a cursed ventriloquist

pentagrams lit lanterns drip with goat blood enemy approach watch the sky choke with smoke mud speak in dead tongues his fate sealed seamless turn a warlord to a whisperfade to dreamdust

metal face mage in a cave full of sages scrolls in the ribcage flames on the pages wrote his own death in a cursed font bold runes fold reality like laundry: cold

ash to ether flash then a seizure you dont want war with a masked spellsqueezer words twist fate make the stars get eager poof! gone! nothing left but a sneaker

yo cloak drag dirt like a snake with a grudge hands glow blue when the ley lines budge he asked for a duelnow he trapped in a prism voice echo once then fade to nonexistence

clash with a mystic end up statistics turn a whole squad to a fog thats sadistic mutter one hex and the bones start clickin flesh melt slow like a plot thats thickened

cracked open grimoires bound in skin tones pages made of nightmares stitched in cyclone he tried flexin i blessed him with lessons now his names just a myth in a monks confession