jak tripper - possessed arm lyrics
[intro only on r&d leaks version]
(?? street gangs. yeah right, drink your dog p-ss? — twin ?? overdrives on each wheel. let’s see and these are computer controlled anti-lock brakes!)
when i flip this will get really sick
im spit hexes senseless
i think my crib cursed like it’s sidious
’cause of my st–z some be thinking i don’t got knives, drugs, things and sh-t
you’re all simpletons
i clap metal like symbolis
smoke him to sediments
rather spit bars than sit with him
got off po two years ago, not trying to break into whips and sh-t
i got more than a clip and a spliff to twist
but the end is near
f-ck beef, they already almost done putting chips in skin
my arm possessed, my other arm armed with pens
stabbing my other arm to death
light on the right, dark on left
my arm possession got me armed in sessions
recording albums in a farm, armed and sweating
kidnap a harlot, carve in essence
[repeat]
i spark hope with anarchic fire engulfing the white house
we plumbers, jump suits two boxes open and pipes out
canoe your forehead, divide scalps
yo god, blood will be dripping into your eyelids like christ’s crown
you throwing that white down
f-ck a buy out, turn your trap to ??
your whole camp covered in white gowns
that sh-t talk, bark and biting will get your kids tied up and wife drowned
i troll the same streets like a nail route
i’m a junkhead of hofmann, i sail doused
it will look like chinese new year when we flare pounds
that muzzle sounding like a bear growl
you see the black flags then bail out
kid, play til the whole house party getting aired out
barrel looking like you starring down a whale’s mouth
we got liquid sid, the sponge flyers
escape the tents pushing opium
in circular drum cyphers
no tree hugging life
magical mystery tour, i’m the bus driver
i was a cult leader as a young liar
used to commit arson
mischief night, run wild
bomb mailboxes and cut tires
run in your apartment, i’ll shoot your earth and the sun by ya
crush mics, aim at shadow agents and bust iron
bust lines til my tongues tired
i turn fitteds to sun visors
my arm possessed, my other arm armed with pens
stabbing my other arm to death
light on the right, dark on left
my arm possession got me armed in sessions
recording albums in a farm, armed and sweating
kidnap a harlot, carve in essence
[repeat]
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