"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