****[intro only on the Supercoven Decomposition Compilation]

Yo what's going on? This is Jak Tripper. Esquire. This is the Decomposition Compilation. Supercoven Records. 2014

I got more scripts than a psych nurse
Pills, crack caps, tabs, wax bags, black rags and icebergs
White served, fiends in line, pipes blast with lighters
Hotels in plastic black bags when pipes burst
This shit is light work
Scope guided laser light works
I'm robbing him and what's in his wife's purse
Right after I turn off, what's on is mine first
Brunette coming out of class, she's mine, followed
I blow lines off eyelids
Wired with snakes, Diego Delgado
Peace to my bloodline in the Gado
I'll rip your soul apart on the microphone like Greg Giraldo
My back lawn discolored from the fossils
Runway models are easier to transport with no heads and hollow
My head pulled out of stove I hold buzz
White whiskers of throw up
Stacked signs, throw banners from the cult up
The goat's in his black robe, show is over
They'll suck your soul up into chemtrails with ?? and Ebola
Supercoven, I smoke up murch that smell like pneumonia

(In terms of the corpses we have uncovered six. We believe that there may be as many as 15 or 20 more yet to be uncovered.)

Incense and peppermint
Percocets and wet pepper stench
Crush the sour carpet to L with the lemon piff
Crumble the pills down to powder and pepper it
Purple water, pink springs, bubbling white horses like Pegasus
I got plenty spit
You know I just popped the mesc pellets in now I hold more water in the mouth than a pelican
How can I be around the rest, I'm someone I can't take to be
I'll put the field work in, shaving sheep
Crystal ship fleet in a lake of leak
My blunt so laced I can't even taste the weed