Cru - Spaced Owt lyrics

[Verse 1: Cru] Wrecked with the intellect Infected by rejection Expecting neglection Just because of my profession Bumping JIIIIIM Henson In A Vice Grip Write a nice list Of two reasons my vocal chords don't splice kids Its spiteless View my thoughts up in a brainpan Plan to rent a van To your kids dressed up as slender man Tapping on your window At midnight with two fingers At the corner of your eye see 3 tall dark figures One had a camera recording the whole thing While the other was heating the iron For cast branding Last but no least There was a 6 foot beast With a golf wang hoodie And a Reg timepiece He towered over her Turned on all the lights Stood upright and said "you're mine for tonight" He ripped off the blanket, Pac muffled the screams And when we got to the window Kilo lifted the screen We made her f**ing sister watch us drive down the street And that was the last time that fake cop was ever f**ing seen [Instrumental plays on] [Verse 2: Pacific Sp1t] I'm a great ape, drinking aged grapes from a spacebag Banging 8's with nameplates on first dates out of spacecamp Where we chase Chardonay with mae straight from a rape van Til were wasted enough to break boards to spring camps It just got scary quiet, Silent Hill Feeling violent as the bride when I k** Bill And anyone else that trips in front of my 9 mil If someone doesn't murder this track soon then I will Kilo leaving grahams for this cracker We're on the web so much Probably think that we're hackers The only [b] tards without anonymous mouse hands And pocket full of stolen V-cards from the mountains I f**ed every freak in Twin Peaks And proabably half of Seattle by the time this sh** leaks Your sh**s weak, thats why leave you like Laura Palmer Book house boy, Pac Spit, b**h your a gonner