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letra de black gloves - jak tripper

[sample]
“you’re smoking another product of our undersea farm, these cigars are made from seaweed ….”
“well they sure taste like the real thing.”

i’m burning dipped stress
off the hook
just started battling
but murder’s an addiction
got bodies off the books since ’93
cops finally
unearthing victims
rappers found bleached in bathtubs in detergent stringents
some end up converted and turned to christians
my church is wicked
my goons actual physical beings
who leave finger imprints
we’ll throw your head down the front steps like lincoln’s
i’m a beast
some scientist say gigantopithecus linkage
you get left slumped
in a plymouth
front seat
dead for sixty minutes
eyes open
showing teeth
two bullet holes in your cheek
icepick’s still in it
my bar’s are postal
i’ll clip him
like tommy desimone
when he was f-cking living
beat your head in so bad
your hair st-tched to your fitted
i’ll give him the business
carry your head around in a duffel bag
like a gymnast
f-ck the trash talk
i’d hate me too i’m bat b-lls
the lights are on but i’m clapped off
i dead bars like “last call”
front, i’ll knock your fronts to the asphalt
i snap wack rappers backs like i can snap straws
back off, i’m seeing mirrors in fast forward
eat this kid’s face like bath salts
i spaz, i hope you end up dead in a bath offed
critics and legends, goblins watching this
smoke that choke and stay wetted
all haters please judge me and hate
i got jonestown punch lines come and get it
f-ck the attention, i love the tension
cult leader
possessed reverend
i’m an oddity, so honor me
i’ll skin you and wear your skin in front of you
like, “what you think about my new outfit, no honestly?”
this gun isn’t a model or novelty
this glock will leave his roof pushed back like a model-t
i hand out acid and capped bottled leak
i lay low like 2pac in greece, not for me
with an oil lamp my shadow boxes me
i’ll turn this show to a circle pit
everyone mosh with me
i’m higher than being in a spy-plane c-ckpit popping es
i pop out like eyes on a crushed head
mush sleds
pull the ox out
my heart big enough to pull an ox plow
so this is hip-hop now?
a bunch of players standing around like a lockout
hay bailing punches to leave a cow knocked out

- jak tripper

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