Jak Tripper
Salt Circle
Hello, kids
It's story time
Listen to me
You don't matter like
Piss in the sea
This planet looks different to me
Acid head lickin' a sheet
I go to bars to pick up girls
Literally
I'm centuries old
Underground like centipede holes
Practitioner
Anarchic recipe: wrote
No empathy shown
Soon Hell will be home
I speak in 6 tongues like Emily Rose
This shit's ridiculous as a psych hospital sending me home
Why're you wearing those stupid human suits?
And who is who?
Let's dance in fire circles like burning hula hoops
You can boo me too
Guys, I'm really sad
I'm Whitney Houston blue
In the bathroom I'm rolling bones
On more acid right now
Than the Rolling Stones
I made a pipe bomb with PVC and disposed at home
I don't think anybody should worry about going home
And yeah
Fuck a rap show
Give me 3 Percocets and a Paxil
I'll scatter into black crows
I'm deeper than black gold
Where's the pills?
I'll pass those
Everyone drink
And pack bowls
My eyes are black holes
I'm up in the party
Strapped like Columbine
In a black coat
I'm black circle like castle
I'm an asshole
My dick's like a flag pole
My semen:
Bigger than tadpoles
Dead prostitutes in baths float
Like the gold fish
Belly up
In a glass bowl
I'll drive a Backhoe
Chewing tobacco
Through a cemetery
Till dead bodies grind my axle
In a hospital I rant and babble
Nurses putting thorazine into my apple
Drawing sketches of inverted crosses
And burning chapels
Turning latch closed
Fascinated with hurting mammals