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jak tripper - hits of syd lyrics

(i’d like to welcome our brothers and sisters. i’d like to propose a toast to some hits of acid.)

(alright so where’s this acid—what, yeah, where’s the acid, that’s a trick question. it’s probably at a drug dealers house.—no no no.. adam they we know, i told them, just it’s in the safe—yeah well let’s get it out i guess and let’s do acid.) [from the workaholics episode “the business trip”]

(okay i don’t know anything about the business. i don’t have a real job. i can shoot you right now but i’m not ?? my friends to you.)

(you’re communicating with the alien overlords right now. you know these beings that have come on asteroids. their spores have infested this earth, you’re communicating with them through eating them.) [joe rogan talking about mushrooms]

(it never occurred evil backwards spells live {crowd applauses}. somehow that never occurred to me. it’s never occurred to me until one of my disciples brought it forward. i imagine it’s quite true that many of us..)

that girl molly f-cked me up
those oxys made me lose my lunch chewing chunks, snub
roxies made me itch my nuts and nod too much
my heart shrunk so i stay sedated like the ramones son i’m a punk
i got shrooms bulging out of my trunk like hay bales
i smoke dutches and scr-pe scales
beats harder than a statue in chainmail
face veiled behind the shotgun that fame fails
i watched my brain bail out of its cell like airplane mail
f-cking b-tches with faces laced in cocaine scales
devilic fans blast off my cd case rails
on a sunken house built in a marsh deprived of sunlight
feeding off mice, lived in the dark
gifted, spit sh-t for art with pistons for hearts
duel ignition system to spark
telekinetics lifted the ark
sizzling stars, my body’s a planet
standing by me’s like visiting mars
i’m a vampire, i’ve been around since 1730
i smell virgin and blood i’m thirsty
fresh off the gurney, i’m nerdy
i walk around with a dead body like weekend at bernie’s
the god’s cursed me
i let the acid nurse me
look at the birdie, i’ve gone batty, beard nappy
i live in the woods, hair long and straggly, i look paki

(he was a long, thin, not very handsome, always very helping. so he stayed for a week at a time at the homes of each of his pupils.)

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