Boxguts - Sangre lyrics

[Boxguts] Cannon cattle and farm stock Ham on the hock, car hand chop and spatter the smock Arms locked like a gun jam I'm just warming up like a tortoise kicking back on top of it's shell relaxed catching a sun tan When sh** gets real, it's like a little baby smoking a splif watching hardcore p**n and sh**, born in a drug den Pouring blood red floods of ants from my mouth When I shout I'ma spout of endless cow k**ers from Bugland Speech unleash the beast I gleek goliath beetles and feast on meats of crushed lambs Black hockey puck slam fast into grills Dripping ill for real That's a slapshot to peel tops, spillin rotten, crunch heads The dumb hot sk**s dumping lead, when I scribble something dead Popping off on sharp pencil points floppin, sopping proper What was not written probably have ripped n sloppily stuck then [Jak Tripper] Everything's been said let's hug the rope I splatter brain matter to hummus batter running out onion slow This mis-cut low five style in technicolor row Eight millimeter rails with watermarks stashed on disclosed Pour your essence and dim some, dim son saying Jak hung his coat f** this I'll cut his whole f**ing tongue and nose into chicken cutlets cold I'm plugged in stuck in this puppet show In the church like Rutledge The second I get of sulfur in the wind I'm shooting and driving Looting with goons and more rolls than Lucifer rising Bright and psychic, I feel I'm due for The Shining Every drop shake waters under the house bolts enough to loosen the sidings This is a drug summer, moody control your sun structure Literally drug summer From in bloom on the roof snow crust covered I think hard