I don't even know how this is gonna go. I'm in my f**ing living room man again. I'll just go with it, I don't even know how this is gonna go
Missilanious in the bubble. I'm in the living room once again, 2012. Early summer. Hot months. Difficult hours. This is for the sardines and the brood
Yo
Metamorphosis, feelings off, transform
I ascend like holy light dropping through clouds of swarming flies like sand storms
This is a bad song
Ceremonial occult head dress, red robe and rams horn in a den clothed
I'll go to work on missing sorority sisters in a trance with the band saw
When she convulses it was something to dance for
I'm just trying to work on this art sh** but I'm seconds from making a rope tied from some shirts
I'm sick dying of thirst, an earthworm surviving off dirt
My skin's paler than E.T.'s when he was dying on Earth
I've been inside scared of outside and the birds
I haven't had time for a word
I'm Jak, I'm like Jack from The Shining but worse
I'm so ahead of my own time there's overgrown vines on my verse
f** Hip-Hop, I'm like astonished I haven't like stopped yet
Profile me, I'm white
But I could be ??
I'll eat a dyke's omelet
In the woods in a small white cottage
I disembowel heroes like the white goddess
Prototype goddess
Gonzo, Owl Farm, Alkaline Lodging
IBM Selectric typewrite odd sh**
Si-Fi gothic
39 follow my cult like Applewhite's comet
Will Jak ever blow, the ma** will never know
I bet he won't
I'm gagging from yellow smoke
On a heavy dose
My mouth microwaves gel tabs and chemicals
Gag centerfolds
I'm so dope my flow comes in a wax envelope
Trapped in a den of wolves
Waiving anarchy flags and scratching pentacles
Heads on polls
I'll rush you like Apaches or Seminoles
I'm 90's like Randy West or torn denim clothes
I'll stab up a femdom hoe
Preposterous omnipotent noggin split
Psychedelic wizard lama
Former collagist
I'm at my concerts in a head dress giving out acid to college kids
I'll fly an airplane to Jefferson monument
Rape cities like Terry Blair
Asking Sub Pop to put me on the list
Mister downer, captain hater, a clever lad
There's a cult after me called The Greatest Loving Enemies A Friend Can Ever Have
I treated him like mushrooms, kept him in the dark and fed him crap
Yeah that's how we do it man (Mr. bright sky) Peace to ?? man. On that sh**. Cross Space edition, new sh**. I keep spitting man, til the heart seizes. I swallow your planet's f**ing salt water with f**ing baleen teeth, you know, I'm out