2nd Verse in Hour of Horus (extended)

I'm talking get high, money, violence, coffins and chrome pounds
Anyone else who is spitting that heat blows now
It's Jak that built that rickety old house
Hello crowd, Jak Tripper for governor, vote now
Breaking dope down, cocaine lines
Amphetamine mainlined
I'm unable to slow down
I'm learning disable, quick to zone out
I'll battle for no dough down
I love being broke, leaving rappers broke down
At bars I'm creeping hoes out
I'm not trying to move coke out
I form cults like Jim Jones, relocating whole towns
I spit shit wicked
Three nines flipped into sixes
Son I turn a rose brown
In cyphers rappers looking towards religions gripping crucifixes
Spreading salt circles putting stones down
I witch trial burn flows into coal
Set fires in ovals, bundle sticks and piled bone mounds
I'll put you in the cold ground
Verse starts, (??Mashburn??) sparks
Fingers get blown out
Earth curtain dark I ascend on chem trails and flow down
On acid so touch my skin rabbit hole found
Let's all trip after the show's out
My coffin will roll out, paisley lining, brass handles gold-brown
I clean homes out
Silence whole snout
You get scoped out from a car trunk like the belt where you tax
Send them cats to your coke ounce
Boot mud back of your head
Face to the street, stoved mouth
Stomach bowled out
Comb close fades with broken big blades where my boy's big 8 perm press his blow out
I'll bomb your block
Nuclear winter mid-summer, you'd think it snowed out
This hype fluorescein couldn't tone down
My style a dust head
Corn fed, 400 homegrown pounds
That'll take two hospital staffs to hold down
Hoes hown
Once I jump in the tent you getting mowed down