Glee Club

[Jak Tripper]

I got nothing to dream of
Fuck science, I'm vain
And dumb slit pussy gets beat up
I'm oblivious and self absorbed like a sea sponge
I get beats dug up from UK street thugs who make this scene flood
MDMA like it was '88 the second summer of Free Love
I'm sweating beads in the studio like a speed buzz
Brain on OJ fleece gloves trying to get this peak up
I can't hear you over the screen, speak up
Fuck R&B, I'll execute a glee club
My true fans arms out with tracks and sleeves up

[Boxguts]

Every strain my team steam could get your fam higher
Cannibal Dracula in bat form eating vampires
Fangs drain veins, blazing trees like a campfire
Playing fields uneven, land slides under quagmires
Sick of the day's random trash? saying fuck that music?
Then get with Guts, you get hooked up like a blood transfusion
What I'm writing with is lightning piff, real strong
Gliding by in a flying ship, electric eel in a bong
My raps bash acts, mash, thrash and rip 'em
I slash tracks, cats scratch, back smashing kittens
They can't hang, get the picture like a camera guy
The damn Canon bang bang now that's a hammer rhyme
It's Hammer time, I never had cavariccis
But them busters still Can't Touch This, I'ma dance way past their reaches
Melting into the couch, fingertips morph into pens
Scribble some shit while tripping, looking at your face without skin