Boxguts - Bell Air lyrics

"Man I thought we was all capitalists. Free enterprise, ya dig?" [Jak Tripper] Yeah, hey yo ah about to dump one off in this receptacle. We up at the church. Psychedelic furs. Me and Box we dump em off, dump.. dump em off in receptacles Yo (man) f** all these thugs and super writers Come witness Christ's birth I pick up hitchhikers Strangle them to d**h just to get pumped before cyphers Slayer in a snake pit surrounded by vipers I come out with a reptile tongue I collected on a necklace made from barbwire I'll die the truth like Phil Schneider You're all liars Up close to moss burns, set both of our clothes on fire I'm sick, certified ?? Pills in my hand looking like Mike & Ike's I'm seeing chaplets and white stars Crush white parts My pocket full of rubber like digging sites are I'm weirder than my rhymes are Lizard face the dome make your eyes part Dark side like Mars I was fetused in a formaldehyde jar When I'm in circles I strike hard These emcees are like frightened seal colonies on the rocks I'm a circling great white shark I literally cannibalize opponents spines f** the fine arts [Boxguts] Keep flowin with no brakes kid Modes change quick Deep oceans spraying when we soak your stage it's sick Abyssal fish tanks loaded with bangers kick Splash like mantis shrimp breaking out of gla** cages Choking on a pack of rigid razors Full of a** nasty flavors Scripts slashed drinking the cold blades in Other folks just sat there gazing Erase wasted as your tattered spattered soul raises My natural rap faces when spitting some deranged heat high Looks as graceful as John Merrick doing a swine dive into a meat grinder That's amazing Peep, I'll hollow out your vaginas Fat stash Box up in the guts Boxgut's stuffing the muck And skeet by firing nuts Defiling muffs Disgustingly degrade these shining cuts I love to crush the slimy linings of