Boxguts - Headcases lyrics

[Jak Tripper] Next of the macabre masters, a king who crafts his poems Casting stones, my spine attached to thrones I mettle old rings, leather straps and ropes I use to make animal traps and carry them back to home And skin cats to bones Then woke up in a psych-ward slurring from trazodone Next to bonfires I sat alone I trip sick, when I spit sh** my tongue lashes like tentacles of squids whip Tunnel vision on cliff tips Telekinetic's strong enough to bring down Mount Olympus Force weather system wind shifts Bring back virgin suicide chicks with their wrists slit And walking dead triplets, each birthmark with sixes As God as my witness please don't talk to me when I'm tripping You'll sound like 1000 compact discs skipping [Boxguts] Boozing losing grips, who's yer chicken Trying to twist off bottle caps with soggy hands slipping Cuties fingertips ripped and dripping I don't mean to sound all booshie but we was just sippin f** who's he kidding? Who me? sh** kid, I'm just a little bit twisted I need to fronto leaf to put this lock of piff Shots and the ganja got me feeling bossy and different Rocked and lifted, hock the brolic fif spit Mary Jane rot crotch, pops while the Boxer's dick's hitting Sloppy living, soggy linens with a lot of spillage In a chop shop with the top spinning Sopped in venom, copper heads better stop slithering I got y'all by the tonsils Sock stripping, tie 'em in a big knot, drop and kick it A living snake's skin soccer ball Right about now sounds more than raw don and pimpish Watch the floss, or walk the block with a bop limping