Digging For Parts

Supercoven, Sebrox, Jak Progresso. 50,000 lumens. Jak Tripper, semi-circular

Yo
Puking up raps, sputter utter repugnants
Disheveled old Vans with holes
Bed bundle of piss, buzzing
They put the tab on my hand shut closed
Eye on my forehead
The pyramid on my hand cut close
Now I see sheep, lambs and goats
Don't ask to go
Just set the extract and stand in rows
Mad man rambling rampant flow
Comedy stand up show
I stand up hoes
Eviscerated with their hands up hoes
Standing in their own stomach, acid smoke
Filet your man to coats
XTC, drug blunt of circulating dust blunt
Fire arm tongue in the wreaths
A fuckin' duck hunt
Rum diary, drug run
Yellow tablet love buzz
Pain killer, dum-dum
Strobe light kids and numb sluts
Flea bags rung buried amongst dumps
Cunts stuck up, bodies sunk
Date rape souls lost in the rush from
In the mix touched up
Orange jug stuff the cotton covering Percocets
Perverted mess
Verses set kites like murks and bands
Write verse with my left hand cursed with hex
Miscursing left hand covered by a sock puppet that can burst the pen
Dope ocher shit, that heroin smoke
Crack fire, burning stem
Arm vein bruising, using impatient like my stomach hurts in bed
Trying to finish spitting verse, kicking the nervous sweat
Black mass service, Earth Day
I don't believe in the work of men
I go for the machine's circuit system serpent head
Simple if you vote you work for them