"What's umm, what would you say would be Jak's most romantic song?"

"Definitely Dumpsites."

"That's sick and it's twisted that you'd say that."

"I guess I'm just a sick and twisted girl."

This an outrage
I found shade as soon as the drought came
Hospital gown cape
In my house barrel in my mouth about face
No I'm not rapping in clown paint (fuck that)
Record that, style gauze pads
They rap around brakes
These rappers sounding like outtakes (haha)
I'm about hate (yeah)
I wish I could hold a planet in my palm and poke out lakes
My clothes smell like I been out late (ah yeah)
Revisiting dumpsites digging up foul graves
When I cry clouds rain
God is dead, I'm a foxhole atheist
My brain baby shit
Late 80's coke baby kid
Punching like 36 Crazyfists
Each line an Oxy 80 hit
I been spitting since '86
Hot like Hades is
I'll embalm your radius
Smoking water like M80 wits
I'm off the top (word) like scalping by Iroquois
Shadow creep hear a noise (huh)
Smoke DMT clear the void
I'm a dusty killer, clearance toy
No friends left, paranoid (whoa)
Loud with the noise (huh)
Bumbling chemical bubbling unbalanced boy (huhh)
Schitzo effective paranoid
Myopic clumsy maladroit (ahh ohh my god)
I didn't mean it, I thought she was acting dead (huh)
I'm stuck in the past leaning on a yellow Iroxy
Leather jacket red

Hey guys, you guys playing cassettes here? Oh okay, yo I'll just give you a CD. What? Oh