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letra de laudanum - jak tripper

[coal cash]

yo jak what do we do with this b-tch’s body? (cut her up.) hand me a hacksaw. (chop her up. chop her up.) throwing your b-tch at jak and she’s like “i don’t wanna die”. (i want a piece of the breast. i want her eyes.) (don’t go gilgo.)

the cause of unlimited spillage k!ll it
i’ll pillage with an ax
b-tch slapped rap made it time travel back to a primitive village
i still k!ll it with jak bringing it back to muk and hatchet
let’s chop these f-ggot’s heads off and it attach it to our jackets
like medals on mavericks, some death level madness
on some travis pastrana jumping lava to double backflip
landed on melted plastic, graph my name while drifting p-ss it
while doing the floor routine never seen in elite gymnastics
speak bombastic b-tch on how i surp-ssed my last trick
jump from a m-ssive cliff and splash in a gl-ss of acid
some rebel smash sh-t don’t ask if it’s astronomical
methodical cut, pulling your gut through your abdominal
phenomenal ensemble blood smock rocking the monocle
atomic common debris
topple the top emcees like dominoes
if i’m a go fluid, i tear the head off a druid
threw it in broth to stew it until it was soft to chew it
you could get forced to do it or rather get tossed into it
made music in human sauce of the foolish who crossed my buick (get out of my f-cking way ahhhh)
the spewage of horse manure the sewer of thought minutia
the future of putrid talk bring the pork for my fork to skewer
the chewer of human
born to crypt walk with a chalk stick
talk with elephant tusk, impale your guts with a forklift
so forfeit or recognize the tracks by my paw prints
on all fours raw dog f-cking your b-tch’s corpse stiff
we’re morbid b-tch my brain is out of orbit
but sound waves travel so don’t babble or talk sh-t
we’re caustic jaws fit for the feeding frenzy
don’t envy any meatling we eat ’em to bleed them empty
don’t even tempt me cause your mentally elementary
we the sum of all fears and all my peers have extra sensories

[jak tripper]

crystalline pistol buck, barometer buster
an apple crusher
i’m into the rush before the jump like cut sucker
and give me your number
i’m a duster
like barbosa after the bar crawl put 26 under
my exes never call back, i wonder, i loved her
and dumped her wrapped in a hotel blanket off the bruckner
and clipped fingertips, syringes and broken rubbers
and i’m 90’s like oakleys
crows beak, hydro spices
raven quill wrote flows on oak leaves
manson goatee, grimier than old dirty’s gold t–th
my followers hate hope and smoked leak
hydrocephalus dome piece during hash plant and rollies
it felt better when she was rolling
i’m at the altar hype
i smell like tree huggers and water pipes
i pick up street walkers awkward
bare hands drained her off first
salt her hide, got off, saw her die
my face reflecting off her eyes
they said to use bleach, the corpse was white
i’m a weirdo, the modern rap’s toby radloff
if you ain’t dead rabbits crew you’re a lapdog
if you rap of course you’re probably like “i’ve already been with coal and jak son”
yo keep the money stacks dawg
i’m like junk-heads who dip sh-t
bite your filtered tips and pull their backs off
what medication? jak’s lost
i’m the dead baby joke, jack-off
i’m the unfed goldfish floating in the gl-ss jar
on my dream boat like pop the trunk of the yellow volkswagen dash board
ropes, ski mask, nylon, shovel and hacksaw
and a woolen blanket and wrapped corpse to keep the cast warm
i think i’m happy and that’s all
my parent’s knew something with jak’s wrong
after the matches and the animal traps rigged
neighborhood complaining of cats gone
i was a demon born from a tetrapod
fetal sack torn, dropped to the asphalt
and flaps staggering like a baby calf born
disintegrate other rappers to gas form
top of the food chain, predator circling, watch the pilot fish latch on
i’m hallmark like i was posted in a frost covered window christmas eve with a five foot studded strap-on
and i’m out

yo son me and coal, 800 bars. you know the deal. yo peace to tabs. dead rabbits man, you heard. (you’re dead, you’re all dead!) yo peace to coal we finally did it. one of us is gonna p-ss away soon, watch. it’s not allowed, god forbid bro. wait what forbid bro? yo tabs you alright man? tabs, that’s shock and awe campaign just now

- jak tripper

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