Yo
I rain blood on this rap drought
My head halfway breaching out crack round like headstones of black mounds
Shock and awe, the top of your smash mouth
Last I recall I was in a hash cloud
PlayStation, puffing a half pound
Everything went black now
I'm trapped in this garage under trash mounds
Hi I'm Jak
I'll black out, wake up with ripped clothes bloody gag out next to a half eaten black cow
Holding a head on my lap
It's eyeballs up rolling back down
I'm a savage
My ratchets like Cherokee hatchets, I push back scalps
I want to hear bars
Heavy bars and murderous rap rounds
All I hear is wack styles
Who's strapped now?
I'll rage your trap house
One man Manson family acid tabbed doused
Black jacket zipped, Nixon mash, red robe and black gowns
How to act, how?
I bring guns on stage just to clap crowds
And once that circle forms I'm hear to snatch crowns
Fuck a threat, set, flag, colored rag or crack valves
I wanna hear cats act out in gat rounds
You with your girl in the back seat smoking, I roll in and smoke your Cadillac out
Murk your bitch, I'm the new Berkowitz
Ski mask down
Taking orders from a bulldog with a black snout
I'm the class clown but nobody's laughing when automatics Virgina Tech your class out
I sun coast, I'm trouble
A wall flower in the tunnel
In the tunnel golden brown hustle
Syringe suck up golden puddles
I juggle Bridget Fonda bundles
I'm trying to keep the inner animal humble
Attachment subtle
Under strobe lights I watch the drugs take affect so I'm stumbled
Leave the club to Rapunzel's
On the cuff of everybody's double
Beds stacked like trundles
Moans muffle
The stop breathing I'm still squeeze
The rush last longer than the struggle
(People say, “Ted Bundy didn’t show any emotion, there must be something in there.” I showed emotion, and you know what people said? “See? He really can get violent and angry.” Uh, there’s no right way for me to act. Sure I’m mad, I’m showing emotion right now because inside I’m mad. But I’ve kept it together because there’s no point in destroying myself. I have got to keep myself together, I have got to stay calm, I’ve got to keep my presence of mind because as long as I do that, I’m gonna beat these people and that’s the way I feel.) [quote from Ted Bundy]
Harlem Mints (Fire Spit) was written by Jak Tripper.
Harlem Mints (Fire Spit) was produced by araabMUZIK.
Jak Tripper released Harlem Mints (Fire Spit) on Wed Jun 12 2013.