Jak Tripper - Cannonballs Copperpot Freestyle lyrics

I breed insects Who's able to tele-communicate with intellects Though this mic cable hole in the side of my neck Let me just explain the different steps First dream state is someone being stabbed in the chest Severely with a pair of scissors, a family of 4 got k**ed and the father was a carpenter or an architect The seventh was billed in a gardener's shed The second one was buried under cement It's hard for me to walk with these spiders crawling, dodging my footsteps, my lantern's almost burning out My candle's short, and the wax is dripping on my mouth I can't breathe, am I dreaming? Well I pinched myself six times with a pin and I'm bleeding So it's gotta be real What's the deal when you can't talk cause your f**ing teeth are made of steel? I'm Mr. Bracemouth, my chest and heart are faced out Hold them on a plate, observe my theatrical inner state Oh... or my interface, computers dilate Welcome, Marvin's back, for the Mars attacks, saucers covered in plaque Green teeth. Have you ever heard of a man covered in seaweed? It's really creepy, and sleepy I was bred inside of an embryonic jelly fluid tight for sleeping Claustrophobic, ask me if I'm into aerobics I'll tell you "Yeah, after I rape b**hes without Trojans." Keep me open, you'll be poemless when the moths flatter my cloak swing You wanna hear imagination? Cool... levi-station, my planetarial station I'm levitating over cliff tips with my legs gripped around the highest ledges of cliff tips, then spit sh** Woah... I was hit by a brisk wind Because I was camping on the side of the Himalayan mountain; distant With no camping or navigation equipment This sh** is live Me without oxygen tubes on the Earth, I won't survive That was a freestyle, believe it or not, like Ripley's I'm mad skinny, welcome to my dominion, like David Bowey, don't know me Rip rosary's tight but nothing comes to me, I'm flying like Angel's Halo's with a co*k ring like paramount, I haven't showered out since birth And that's why the umbilical cord is wrapped around my co*k, so the head of my tip looks like a smurf hat I'll hit the bat, when it's laced with f**ing dust and crack Cause I like it like that I'll chill with freak, and a bunch of hippies, and we all looks like geeks With buck teeth, and backpacks, Jansport label I'm disabled But I'm smart enough to lift your b**hes brain out of her skull with a soup ladle "Hi, I'm here to fix your cable!" I'll stick this mic in your navel, now who's disabled? Speak into your intestine cord Spitting out all the food you ate yesterday to prove that I'm gore, horror-core Who spits asbestos? Who'll dis TECHNO to his f**ing face with an elbow I'm skinny as f** Don't give a sh**, I'll probably grow up with a netted hat and a Mack truck Cause I'm white, actually Corsican Sicilian Right by African, Brazilian Doesn't matter By Jacob's ladder you'll see me buck naked in shorts revealing my bladder I'm covered in lather in a f**ing shower Never get girls like Austin Powers Cause I'm dated way back That's why I do lots of rapping and like it I'm a bicyclist in aerobics leg warmers I got pajama's, they're mad tight, I just love the transformers!