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skid row mockery - jak tripper lyrics

[intro]

“he’s ?? and anthropology and eastern european history, he’s a scientist
but what may prove to be even more important to us, he’s an authority on the occult
he really knows about the black arts, satanic rights, and uhhh…
(and what?)
other things?”

uh, so what’s going on?
i gotta wear like, christmas lights
what do i gotta, go tanning and sh-t?

[verse 1]

i’m a young prince
crystal ship, touch chicks in xanax holes
mood ring blacker than spoon bottoms i stashed at home
i’m pro gun
i urge fans to clap at shows
dust magic, white rabbit (rapid?) flow
tabs and c0ke
chaos, witchcraft the cult
cross country yellow punch buggie, trunk on blast, exposed
handcuffs, nylon mask, and rope
violent satanist addict rap, braggadoc
i think i suck (you suck!)
but you’re not half as dope
i should be, zipped in a bag and froze
what after glow
my escape is slitting a gash in my wrist to elbow
and slip in a warm bath and go

i just strangled my daughter’s mother
the rush got me high as sh-t
on anti-pshychotic scripts, so powerful
i p-ss blood and my eyelids squint
head pulsating from nitrous hits
catching b-tterflies on psilocybin beds
during astro travel, you can see my outer body
it looks like incandescent hydra heads
coiling under ultra violet lens
i’m selfish and shallow strictly
i roll with the pressure to the point
it’s like the presence of somebody in the room with me (huh??)

[hook x2]

this is for skid row junkies and fiends
i want fans to study ted bundy and run from police
roll dust with your weed
i’m funny as dead bunnies and bees
depressed
i feel crummy and weak

[verse 2]

welcome to the machine sheep flocks
it’s all mega über electra kool-aid and lsd blots
once the tongue hits, the peace frog ??
i came from a string bean pod
martian emperor, little green god
i’m in a club with ghb and e-bombs
i hope you all drop dead like the human beatbox
everyone rock my sh-t
sh-tfaced and roll up weed crops
f-ck the starving artist trend
garbage head, armless squid
anarchist, detach right hand over heart for pledge
trade art for meds
strawberry alarm clock armed
black wild flower, garden hedge

-whistling-
(makes no sense man, makes no sense
this is for…talking
you’re just talking, you’re just talking
pathetic happiness)

[hook x2]

- jak tripper lyrics

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