Tab Tongue

[Jak Tripper]

I drop the Visine in my tea
On stage with my hands out squinting like I'm blind trying to see
In a wheelchair like Kirk trying to speak
I'm rolling like fashion models dining on E with pacifiers from grinding their teeth
I'll outdoor their insides so the flies they can breathe
Haters line up for me, trust me I'm dying to leave
I remember a blanket over my face when I was 3 like "Mom I can't breathe"
Let's play the overdose came, follow behind me
Do a line for a rhyme each
And God why me, what God? Don't mind me
I set fires to holy sites and hide priests under dead vines of poison ivy
Tied bundles of sticks, wood chips and dried leaves
Deluded highly
I'm trying to get Hostess to release this album and sign me
My market is selling to psychopathic sociopaths that are antisocial like me

[Yugen Blakrok]

There’s no abyss where you can hide me – when I’m down, the pen soars
Magnetic armour known to stand the wrath of a vexed god
Eye to eye – still talk to you on all fours like centaurs
Give these puppets purpose like Geppeto
Underrated brains smash the test scores – lifestyle detests law
My phlegm-talk's prone to turn heads and twist the neck chords
Dig inside the flesh and infest cores
Burn a biter's tongue inside his clenched jaws then skywalk to a leg crawl
My flow moves in star waves – this only just an echo
Stomach turns on visions of the horrors of the next war
Weary and depressed lords – gazing at the sky seeing reflections of my red orbs
Against I – it's a dead draw
I’m grimoires and records – connect to earth like tent floors
Search the left-hand path looking for the tenth door
Ink’s my last symphony, conducted out the pen-sword
And our helix dance spirals anti-clockwise like electrons