(Verse 1 Jak Tripper)

I'm glum, happy as a hog in entrails, deep within the shit in nam, on rig trails, dropping the men sheets and tetragon block big as ship trails, watchin sick trails as bullets split a wigs top like pig tails, by my eyes the tides will be blood washed like thick ale, I drape humans, gut em like fishes with their ribs scaled come out combat regal, night suits still polished with no chip mail, 2 eagles reigning like Gale- force wind with mixed hale, this morose shit I should be known to go with like Nicholas Leblanc to brick sales, this is blood soppin, mop heads, barf bags, and shit pales, psychonautic, astronaut, consume spores like Aztecs in a hatch back stressed I visit dumpsites and back track


(Verse 2)

Out here like big lurch I'm cooking guts up in the kitchen
Pcp tripping fingers for the victual, tossing sailers to the fishes, unpredictable, habitual, manic flow, i'm nasty with the visuals. minimal criminals like god damn I'm Panzram , my flow is digital i'll jack you for your grand am, son of sam sick with it, I feed you clips like biscuits, my shit's ridiculous, my crimes is inconspicuous , tear your meniscus disc and cut you up like paper, capers pulled with tazers, go from rags to filthy riches, ditches dug for snitches, stitches cross the mandible, no man who walks this land'll probably ever hold a candle to this vandal with a temper and a tendency for violence, violins and sirens while I bust em with the handle, the state is liberal, man, they legalized the cannibus but can I bust a pig without the help of 50 cameras?