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jak tripper - the sixes got me lyrics

i’m in compton but outta my town, fiends are stuck in the drought
i’m locked in, suboxone’s holdin’ me down, the kids put down, i don’t live here, i’m watchin’ the children sleep in the clouds
the twins were drowned, in the bedroom strung up and disemboweled, the moving vowels, lambs gettin’ loud, for about five weeks i’ve been in the house
naked walkin’ around, dried blood on my face painted and crowned, placed back on the gown, put it back under inside out
swattin’ flies on the couch, black blood in the crown, the trip smells like louse, i managed to eat after it went down without passin’ out, don’t ask me how
my clique links charades, i’m trainin’ b+tches to hit the potty, the sixes got me, hits and hobbies, during hits dusted out the whip is foggy
this kids the acidic fonzy, was blown up like whitney’s body
even if they only view it as sort of allegory, that idea is luciferianism, the exultation of lucifer in the bible which again, makes perfect sense to the overall thesis here that what they’re doing is buildin’ up a+a platform to, worship him
yo. closet holding sonar bags, crystal meth breath blowers blowin’ glass, i smack fire like explodin’ labs
seedy folder’s tabs, black roses and bakin’ soda gas, loaded mags
80s golden tag, leather jacket, bad bows are stashed, you’re not supposed to laugh
college dropout, poppin’ out the volvo’s back, travolta swag, cut throats in half my whole life i’m cuttin’ volva hats
tracks reap death, coven that leaks hats, i’m bloodbath beach heads, i write raps to crackfiend them
i catch bodies like trapeze nets, i sn+tch dish rags, kidnap kleenex, the devil’s last rejects, i’m the chosen, i’m not lyin’ like otis
power and control is the motive, s+x drive is explosive, dump ’em off like bodies off+order being tossed to closed whip
i’m homin’, got a work van i follow them home in, more i’m like, vera tax and bone grip, papa von diamondus
with war on tracks i’m going missing oriented when i went in the church with max open, strapped…

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