Contaminated dying robe, 400 government microbes
Sandoz labbed on my headband, plastic like Tycho
Administer synthesized Ayahuasca, I walk under beach sun
During freeze bumps, shootin' speed up
Ran through a hotel half naked with three bimbos, delirious and E'd up
Legendary (huh?), gonzo virus crew, LSD run
My spines got more holes than a sea sponge
Steampunk (yeah), I'm gonna shoot myself in the stomach
You can call me on my cell, when the beat's done (Call me...)
I'm EBE, Ibogaine Consuming Leafbomb, sie in my crib like re-runs
Shotgun laying next to room sеrvice cleaning my brain piecеs and teeth up
I could be bigger than the Beatles in red sheets
My set lean row, during rape, I get bestial
My head needles, like Doug Bradley, clubbing gagged teens
Wenches gutted and left spread eagle, growths bow, I turn tricks to wet easels
My fans loyal downers, and depressed people
Stabbed the corpse, to a puddle, and raped it again
Dress it up like makin' the bed, she can stay, I'm takin' the head (Yeah)
We outside your place waitin', no patience what we blazin' is drenched
In janitor suits my goons clean house like maintenance maids
Crossboards the crucifixion behind traps boarded
Spells WAR like LaBianca's guts symbols out of boredom
Under my belt got forty wax like boardin', candlesticks and boar skin
Supercoven cult, I'm Roger Corman
Agoraphobic in my house corpsed in, cold gores flip
'96 Corvette, I take the heat for it, road trip, stacked with corpses (yeah)
Don't know where your source is, where the fuck you been?
I work harder than blouse on horses (yeah)
From the Pacific Coast, to Secaucus
In a solderin' mask, using forces
Heavy bags align crowbars and torches
Outro:
To it, this is what's almost difficult, if a guy was seven weeks late, say the area was 6-6 to 7 weeks late and he was hiding, and I found him, I said, I threatened him in a tone that-that will make him down the carnage rape is out, now the fellow will continue hiding, as he didn't help deny it, and I could not-I could not like uhh, uh accept, I could not let myself accept that uh, uh he was in trouble
So that uh, I stabbed guys after fourteen weeks that still continue to hide, you know, I stabbed 'em in the face, I stabbed 'em in the legs, I stabbed 'em in the arms, I stabbed 'em in the chest, you understand uh
Room Service was written by Jak Tripper.
Room Service was produced by Jak Tripper.
Jak Tripper released Room Service on Fri May 03 2013.