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letra de seven mile snake - jak tripper

[jak tripper]

looking at the sun rise, close enough to touch my hands
triple tint window pane, sunshine tab
cubensis fungi grand
meditating indian-style on the tip of a bonsai branch
it’s fun time peep the rant
i’m so high, i’ll have to shoot up speed to land
love trees so much i’ll eat a plant
i’m eating tabs, on so much acid sheets my tongue looks like a sheet of stamps
you’re at my show just watching me lean and stand
i’m on a far off planet and it’s beachy sands
leave entranced, i’m a trip
literally i’m made up of lsd if you touch me it seeps thru hands
on a persian throw rug i rise from gold dust
my skin melting off in whole chunks, like cold cuts
a-bomb that rap i’m us furlough
hydroxy mexican mud bank ?? like burrows
eating dots, lid popper
incoherent destroyed my parents
dizzy off inhalants
in all fairness, my tolerance impairment
mainline a gallon of rubbing alcohol and die staring
hit the ??, i’m floating in a haze clouded
i have alzheimer’s cause dolo i blaze ounces
murder queen, rape countess
stab myself in my eyes, watch my face fountain
off this world i’m way out it
i’m from sp-ce mountain
dope if you stay down with my vessel in the center of a circle flames surround it

[boxguts]

turtle neck on a chest, nothing above but a bubbling mess
on a roughly cut stump
my sounds cover heads in the mumps
til they all run together at once then combust
sh-t gets ugly, trillions of crickets are coming
listen they’re tripping buggy on mushies
insects spitting sickness in tummies
your stomachs are now infested with parasitic little grubblings
laughing at tipsy chicklets
ohh sh-t, that’s your misses
what up princess, heard you love dropping the jaw
cans of jimmy jam hit a b-tch face like a jellyfish thrown against a brick wall
keep popping your momma like edamame, haaa
yeah she got that hot gunt, sloppy front b-tt b-ttery catfish c-nt
sh-t what, my song’s always splashing the most ratchet-est cuts
hip-hop on crack with some proper chunk
fat kitty cat gettin rocked til it pops from the pumps
yuh, prop them buns up and spread em
while i hit this slit n crush
with thunder, run what?
tame this rap city sh-tty sl-t
whippin’ it, but whippin’ it rough
since she said she’s used to getting silly f-cked
and really i usually just rip em
i’m guilty, but w-lly climax rarely ever let the j-zzum bust

- jak tripper

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