[Verse 1: Jak Tripper]
Yo, I'm on harbor like Lovecraft and Dunwich
Spaced out like the [?]
Lacing blunts at the commune dusted
Abuse of prescription pills wrenching my stomach
A gore-a-phobics stuck out the house like walk the Hudson
Dump pain buckets
Slumped over the floor huffing
Eyes sunken like two black holes punched in
I don't rock Converse cause I ain't Emo, I'm f**ing Grunge b**h
Grunge is dead
Pull out my devil worship and s** it
f**ing USA Supercoven
A pig vomit, stuffed in sheep guts like haggis, horse dung, and donkey dung buzzes
[Verse 2: Gore Elohim]
50 cal bust a motor, watch you slumped over
We cut vulvas, ceremonies, exotic sofas
Weekends we on speedboats
I'm in the hood, caked up, girls' hair covered my f**ing peacoat
Surgery smoke
We worship Satan in seed loads
Text watch and 60 embedded cult primo
Expectant mothers always need tokes, Buick Regals
Luminous selling bad dope to good people
Black impiety
Goat slime a cathedral
Rap ecologist acknowledge evil in regal beagle
Demented retribution, Jak Tripper rock the desert
Take a part of your face off like drunk Chevies
I never had a license so it can be it ain't a felony
I crush the elderly under tires, to be a f**ing watermelon
[Verse 3: Jak Tripper]
Everybody grab a head on a stick, let's build a shrine
I k** kids and weird wiggers asphyxiation stimuli
Colonists missing fine
Pa**ages see missing fit for dimes
Picked up nine
Dumped 'em into a pit divine
We visited different sites
Sticks and leaves lifted pickup hides
In a course forbidden we thought moving an ear wakes a sign
They did swatting flies in a band sipping
Codeine-smoking trip sniffing white
Bundles of black sir
k** the youth from TV reigns gun all the trackers
I clip C a lots hit the communes soaking spice and muscle relaxers
[Verse 4: Gore Elohim]
It's the pagan machete trades
k** it with Amazing Grace
Have to return some videotapes, it closes at eight
Manson wig being slicked back
Cake blood on my teeth
Old Cherokee with the ski rack
Michel wells [?] close tickle bundles with g-packs
Home invasions, I rocks a three-piece suit
My dick gets hard from blood bubbles and brain stew
The taste of cadavers is similar to fondue
Peter Fonda meets Fenders, homie, that's Gore too
Prefer my violent figured my victims are timid
Either tear a monster standing up or Kathy Lee Gifford
Found a new bathtub, bringing your bathrom to bed sty
I'm in the jungle, looking for d**h like Left Eye
Hit your family for ten-five
Any shots a super-sidekicks watching disorderlies
Blowing b**hes our recepients
f**ing Yiddish mommies and Portugese
They call me Plague Boss
You'll die in shame like the son of Madoff
Liquefy your face off like chicken fried steak sauce
I lost faith in God so I walk the left path
Christ is sh**, cash from raving fiends who sniff gla**