[Boxguts]
Cannon cattle and farm stock
Ham on the hock, car hand chop and spatter the smock
Arms locked like a gun jam
I'm just warming up like a tortoise kicking back on top of it's shell relaxed catching a sun tan
When sh*t gets real, it's like a little baby smoking a splif watching hardcore porn and sh*t, born in a drug den
Pouring blood red floods of ants from my mouth
When I shout I'ma spout of endless cow killers from Bugland
Speech unleash the beast I gleek goliath beetles and feast on meats of crushed lambs
Black hockey puck slam fast into grills
Dripping ill for real
That's a slapshot to peel tops, spillin rotten, crunch heads
The dumb hot skills dumping lead, when I scribble something dead
Popping off on sharp pencil points floppin, sopping proper
What was not written probably have ripped n sloppily stuck then
[Jak Tripper]
Everything's been said let's hug the rope
I splatter brain matter to hummus batter running out onion slow
This mis-cut low five style in technicolor row
Eight millimeter rails with watermarks stashed on disclosed
Pour your essence and dim some, dim son saying Jak hung his coat
f*ck this I'll cut his whole f*cking tongue and nose into chicken cutlets cold
I'm plugged in stuck in this puppet show
In the church like Rutledge
The second I get of sulfur in the wind I'm shooting and driving
Looting with goons and more rolls than Lucifer rising
Bright and psychic, I feel I'm due for The Shining
Every drop shake waters under the house bolts enough to loosen the sidings
This is a drug summer, moody control your sun structure
Literally drug summer
From in bloom on the roof snow crust covered I think hard