Stump Removal

Intro:

- Where do you hail from professionally, is it the Big Apple or as they call it New York I think or is it Hollywood or what?
- I live in bedlam and squalor
- Woah!
- Hahahaha!

Verse:

Jak's too old for this! Word, man, Fatal Dose, what's good, yo, what, ayo
My wig weave tree roots (Uh)
Hit you with shells, like Rafiki
While you chillin' in a Tiki room
Progresso, not that Greenpeace suit
Jak's dead, the new alias Jak Pen at a PC (?)
There's a sociopath somewhere that might need Nike kicks (Burn nice)
Curse vocals on the low, like nitrous hits
On the highest cliffs
Hold the blade over your dome like a knighted prince
We play this, diggin', weed bake bins
Set a city on fire then snort the cremated
Cold Xanies, and Celexa (Whaat?)
I bar out typefast
Chop rappers down like trees and carve out kayaks
Fuck, if the artist known
Too many dull MC's, it's hard to glow
Mad rivers, in the Philippines
Carve its flows, plant a seed
In a cadaver, watch the garden rope (Wow!)
Phenal type, phenobarbital
Fetal barbecue, compounded (huh?), in carbonal
Only artist, whoever inspire the lesson was DOOM lithium (Rest in peace)
Forever in bloom
My basement look like the evidence room
Sick o' writin', this off the brain (Off-top)
I'll be the first rapper to throw a typewriter off the stage (Booooo)

Outro:

- You ever lived in a car, in LA?
- Well, for a brave time, I think everybody has lived in a car
- Hahaha!
- It's kinda strange to have, a guy sittin' here with a bottle in front of him, hahaha!
- Well, I rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy
- Hahaha!
- Always maintain that, reality is for people who can't face drugs