Killigraphy

[Intro: JakProgresso]
Fatal Dose shit
Dead Rabbits shit
Some VHS tapes shit
Yo

[Verse 1: JakProgresso]
This shit mad crack, a Charlie Sheen rock
Drip nasty like dead babies (eww) sprayed on screenshots
I'm on my beam pod
Me and Coast scope out like a epileptic thot's eyeballs when you hit the G spot (Umm)
Smoke so much weed my skin got, leaf spots
And the rats hit mad young, like teen moms
I eat shrooms like leaf cutters and puff pie (Woah)
I'm the Acid SpongeBob who lives in a spit bubble under a tongue blot
We at the pool trippin' (hahahaha), everything cool then the mood switches
My spit look like, dope in the spoon fizzin' (Psh)
I take a dab hit and write some mad shit
My bones eyein' Hell's magnet
Transgender parent; I drag kids (What?)
Drugs in jail, the pen push crack and bag it
Camp out at Lake Sammamish, and snap pics

[Verse 2: Coast LoCastro]
Yeah, yeah, yo, yo
The first time I met Jak, he smelt like a dead babbi (What up?)
Then he popped the fuckin' trunk at the back of his red Mahdi (Boop, boop)
I said Johnny, that ain't the way you do that
Let's cut his face off and pose for selfies for the group chat
I got a gravy stain on my favorite Nike Airs
We paisan' (paisan'!) but not the kind with the spiky hair (Uh-uh)
Icy stairs lead to shallow holes in Westchester
I caved his head in with the lead from my bed dresser
To stop Moloids, I rock a pendant coined in red pepper
Ask for money in luck it doesn't get better
Fresh dressed, a FILA suit with the gorilla cap
That's why these freaks twittin' where the fuck is FILA back?
I'm in a villa in Milan countin' scrilla stacks
Dick stickin' to my leg 'til she peel it back
And take a proper slurp, look it up, forgot his shirt
Yo' plug never pick up when you call, well, I got the work callin'

[Outro: Coast LoCastro]
914, 597, 7721
But I be scrapin' in the evenings, aight?

[Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (1998)]
Jesus, bad waves of paranoia, madness, fear and loathing, intolerable vibrations in this place. Get out. The weasels were closing in. I could smell the ugly brutes. But do me this one last favor, Lord; just give me five more high-speed hours before you bring the hammer down, just let me get rid of this goddamn...