Jak Tripper - Bleeding Forest lyrics

[Intro] Tough crowd huh? What is this, an audience or an oil painting? You know what I'm saying?? (What?) (You're not funny bro You're a loser bro seriously) (a**hole) [Verse 1] This rap's not yours Look behind the padlocked doors And when you ring the dinner bell I'm not the one to drool and run Like Pavlov's dog I need to tape my wrists My seeds are spoiled rotten Even my girl tells me My s**m tastes like sh** Two years and three days I sit Stuck in a snow globe Lidocaine Frost glazed my stiff To me fame is this: "Look! I got the new Jak doll, mommy Batteries and lumber axe came with it" My dress code hardly down When I rock the same pants and shirts to shows Like Charlie Brown Piss on the party crowd Tennis outfit with Ray Bans These emcees got Kathy Griffith material for gay fans I don't pop lock in Subways Or tag with spray cans I spit in front of mirrors Facing reflection that wasn't the same man [Hook] Back to the bleeding forest That lies wide and dimmed Stooping in shadow Gray and dim The little birds Roast them alive Or stew them in a pot Fry them Boil them Eat them hot [Verse 2] I drop the axe head on shoulders to cry on Grow vines over graffiti in Krylon No need to guess which side I'm on Welcome to Saigon I'm that kid who murders in tripods Buried hatches deep in the backs of bygones Rubber restraints hold me back From microphones I ain't your homie Jak I'm a legend like the Zodiac Different State Different face Hair - combed it back In front of Sororities Dropping law books With a phony cap What up rap stars? You know me, loser In a dopey stupor Spit low budget horror Like Tobey Hooper Drug abuser Twelve steps ain't gonna work I was trying to do it that way But for ten years I was stuck on the first Free from cellulars and phone lines Doing d** like I won't die It's the Progresso Show Live In a psychedelic bow tie Friends question me about my obsession with murders Like I know why [Hook] [Outro] "Here they are in their agony, their men fear their impudent fury What are they shouting? Nothing that can possibly have any sense What are they asking for? Nothing that any human being could possibly give them What does their periodic madness seek to express? Nothing more than the universe or madness of hate, love, adoration, the will to k** The desire to blaspheme, or to pray."