Hour of Horus

[Intro]

Yes, yes, I am O.T.O., batch of homemade Absinthe for us. Composed add deductables?, celebrating the wonders of moth scale and peyote, we perform a lengthy divination, it's the Whiteside Parsons, Jak...

[Verse 1]

Yo, anything said spoiled wretched, Hash Oil said it
Your eyeballs peel like boiled eggs skin
Your loyal henchman, get buried in soil headless
I don't give a fuck what set you ride for
My soul headed right for ?? your heaven
My EP releases, no baggies needed (Nah)
Tin foiled heroin
Sippin' that Sprite and turquoise medicine
You and your man's trash, I'm better than (Yeah)
Flashback like 'Nam veterans
Wait, I flash back like remnants of mescaline
Wait, I flash back like cameras flashin' out a relfective lens
Try to market mine, American Psycho dropped chainsaws, down apartment flights
I'll leave you slumped over your armrest, Kuklinski your chest, arms and thighs
Me and VETO rolling around your hood like, we can't find a place to park the ride
I'm odd, not in rap for the bars and pride (Fuck that)
Dead groupies from the Bronx found water logged in Señora in the harbor's tide
My raps is like punches, armed with knives
The way I stab your face up, you'd think I was carving ice
I cut like a wood carver, slicing through your flesh, like Gillette's through a wet shaman white
Half beast half human troglodyte
I boggle minds
You killin' me, not tonight
You plain, I got some stripes
I used to spit at events, shook from pill bottles, barely droppin' lines
On acid, and both nostrils white

[Hook x2]
Jak Whiteside Parsons, the darkest, fuck a chorus
Slit the horse's throat, jump aboard it, hour of Horus
Thelemite spirit, travel, floors lift
This is all boorish, magician, gore shit

[Verse 2]

I'm talking get high, money, violence, coffins and chrome pounds
Anyone else who is spittin' that heat, blows now
It's Jak that built that rickety old house
Hello crowd, it's Jak Tripper for governor, vote now!
Breakin' dope down, cocaine lines
Amphetamine mainlined
I'm unable to slow down
Learning disable, quick to zone out
I'll battle for no dough down
'Cause I love being broke, but leaving rappers broke down
At bars I'm creepin' hoes out
I'm not trying to move coke out
I form cults like Jones, relocating whole towns