Boxguts - Liquid Monsters lyrics

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Boxguts - Liquid Monsters lyrics

(Look...It...Must be the monster....) [Boxguts] All aboard the big city ship wreck Where newly born roaches spawn through and hatch Local gra**hoppers in the rodent farm grew too fast Insects comb over your dome and open a roof hatch Poke holes in your attic if y'all don't move back Boat in a liquor river skipper bloated offa brew craft Holding up a dab of that ooey, blowing on gooey packs of wax Focused on tunes way doper than boom bap The dosage flooding my system could drink sober your juice raps Patron lumped liver not knowing where to puke at Floating over the edge, toking on foreign groomed hash Jolted off an ice coffee more potent than blue gla** Toasted buzzard smoke barbecue cats Wrote this hymn on piglet's skin, poking forks through fat Cloak of bloody feathers under crows who flew laps Voltage fills my molten core been hoping to use that Roads covered in my spit-up Flows will floor and zoom past Swung bokkens, break up heads Coat wet gourds and goose eggs Toad stumps getting bigger Oh growing shrooms? True that Toes cuts your shins like goats in a hooves match (Look...It...Must be the monster....) [Jak Tripper] How you want it powder forms, liquid solvents or rock piece Either way your boys'll have to watch me eat your insides While you half alive like Osso ?? You know, frogs eaten half-alive in Japan with rice grains I hype stage More bars than a bike frame I drug and knife game like a gun-store in the back of a Rite Aid I'm bugging, like Smokey dusted in that chicken coop on Friday I'll send his head at the flight and make his staff lean Like Patsy Cline's plane You die, curtains close, credits role then lights fade We rush your crib for d** like an FBI raid I'm like Canseco blasting white 'caine '84 heavy juicing, no pill usage, mainline veins Stick a hook in him, he's live bait I murder blind dates Then come to shows the same night looking shook like my rhymes fake Here's the difference, I'm a genius, you're mice-maze Human-genes, I'm a beast, primate Me? Great white ape, drifter from the high plains I put six in one grave dug Eight by eight, bodies buried Packed like sardines kissing, face by face Plus I school shootings in the day In a K-hole spinning, spray a round Your grave the ground, you'll be getting dressed up laying down Hit you so hard you'll need speech cla**es to make a sound Who's crazy, just escaped, got changed out of a patient gown You talking to a Satanist At a baptism shaking hands while the baby drowns Keep a distance Evil wicked Two piece his wig Eve is splitted Heathen with it Swallow emcees so you can see their sneaker imprints pushing out From inside you can hear their muffled screams and kicking (Look...It must be the monster)