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letra de random violence - jakprogresso

ok so it’s positivity here
yo, what up? boy scout
troop leader number 22, you know?
nah nah, we’re all peace in here
good idea
yo

[verse 1]
yeah you heard i stalk women
approached from a long distance and talk with them
once they hop in the van, stick a fork in ’em
bury the head of the last victim’s corpse with them
in my neighborhood with the lights off you can hear the gas-powered saw rippin’
smell it
leaks from the valve cause drippin’
cat crawled in asphalt prison
wraps called pigeons
spends sparе time at mall trippin’
bodies found already talkеd bridges
axe salt limbless
f-ck rap, i am bored, but i can act all in it
what up? i’m jak
swallow emcees ’till my tummy kicks
funny kid
look at me! bundy lives
he’s a g*nius from all the drugs he did
which reminds me, f-ck the rehab my parents stuck me in
[verse 2]
let me show you who supports random violence
from no premeditation and compliance from murdering my neighborhoods with kitchen knife kits
i skip to the park
grab a kid off balance at the monkey bars and snap his back at the arc
i’m known as myers
during my autopsy they couldn’t remove my mask using electric drills and pliers
fact of the set
massaged with a lumber axe in the back of my head
relaxing in bed
sent from the day like cruentine
i’m the cat from under the stairs that’ll choke you to death ’til he’s blueish green
i’m into pastels and oil paintings
black and white technicolor reels stored next to the boiler room in the bas-m-nt
replacin’ the various racist cells, tabletalk in my house
i’ll explain dna equation arrangement
and my head is off (yep)
examined by counselors, shrinks for depression and rehab center halls
i’ve been to all
age 24 (yep)
sedated in the day room, rocking back and forth salivating for the several
and some say i’m sick
how come?
’cause i’m on coke and still f-ck up my verses in mic booths for this album
obnoxious
rock live, drop hits
clocks tick, turn cyphers into mosh pits (yeah)
cane sniffed in
pale flesh, plain pigment
gray wig fits big
depressed split vein, wrists slit
take the stage, jane’s addiction
waltzing with the rape victim
numb nostril
one’s clogged still
twenty dollar snot bills on countertops next to bongs spilt
fish side events, cabin vermont hill
ski resort, rode the blizzard with no cartilage and got chills
this one’s for the f-gs, good looks on the gas
now i can float away like birthday balloons from a missing child’s hands
sick depiction
gut-wrenching murder scene description
i’m copycat k!llin’ this on the listed
first bundy, then switched it to kemper and finished with rifkin
stalk new york strip clubs from a distance
in a van with the windows tinted
i’m always lifted
i’ve got the b-lls to talk sh-t and back it
jak is, the f-cking sh-t, that’s it

[outro]
wow you can hardly see it
two hungry brothers
i’m a loser
[dialogue]
you want to know something?
i could k!ll somebody and not even know what they were doing
what happened to you?
and if you ever give out any information about this bank again you going to wake up someone with both legs broken, maybe your head
now get out of here

- jakprogresso

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