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jak tripper - liquid monsters lyrics

(look…it…must be the monster….)

[boxguts]

all aboard the big city ship wreck
where newly born roaches sp-wn through and hatch
local gr-sshoppers in the rodent farm grew too fast
insects comb over your dome and open a roof hatch
poke holes in your attic if y’all don’t move back
boat in a liquor river skipper bloated offa brew craft
holding up a dab of that ooey, blowing on gooey packs of wax
focused on tunes way doper than boom bap
the dosage flooding my system could drink sober your juice raps
patron lumped liver not knowing where to puke at
floating over the edge, toking on foreign groomed hash
jolted off an ice coffee more potent than blue gl-ss
toasted buzzard smoke barbecue cats
wrote this hymn on piglet’s skin, poking forks through fat
cloak of bl–dy feathers under crows who flew laps
voltage fills my molten core been hoping to use that
roads covered in my spit-up
flows will floor and zoom past
swung bokkens, break up heads
coat wet gourds and goose eggs
toad stumps getting bigger
oh growing shrooms? true that
toes cuts your shins like goats in a hooves match

(look…it…must be the monster….)

[jak tripper]

how you want it powder forms, liquid solvents or rock piece
either way your boys’ll have to watch me eat your insides
while you half alive like osso ??
you know, frogs eaten half-alive in j-pan with rice grains
i hype stage
more bars than a bike frame
i drug and knife game like a gun-store in the back of a rite aid
i’m bugging, like smokey dusted in that chicken coop on friday
i’ll send his head at the flight and make his staff lean
like patsy cline’s plane
you die, curtains close, credits role then lights fade
we rush your crib for drugs like an fbi raid
i’m like canseco blasting white ‘caine
’84 heavy juicing, no pill usage, mainline veins
stick a hook in him, he’s live bait
i murder blind dates
then come to shows the same night looking shook like my rhymes fake
here’s the difference, i’m a g*nius, you’re mice-maze
human-genes, i’m a beast, primate
me? great white ape, drifter from the high plains
i put six in one grave dug
eight by eight, bodies buried
packed like sardines kissing, face by face
plus i school shootings in the day
in a k-hole spinning, spray a round
your grave the ground, you’ll be getting dressed up laying down
hit you so hard you’ll need speech cl-sses to make a sound
who’s crazy, just escaped, got changed out of a patient gown
you talking to a satanist
at a baptism shaking hands while the baby drowns
keep a distance
evil wicked
two piece his wig
eve is splitted
heathen with it
swallow emcees so you can see their sneaker imprints pushing out
from inside you can hear their m-ffled screams and kicking

(look…it must be the monster)

- jak tripper lyrics

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