Jak Tripper - Giants lyrics

[Jak Tripper] I'm Crispin Glover with rodents hung in his space bag Remember I'm Theodore Bundy leaning on that rape van Getting numbers in a fake cast Selling k**er buzzes to the teenage wasteland Veins clasp, serial numbers losing their weight cla** It's just a scene, we're all spinning machines and drug dreams by Maytag We write burden rum journals of the modern insane man Our rotted fallopian typewriters feed perversion and bang flags Strange gangland, my rebel's Indian Parliaments playing hangman Beige grants, we fire barrels like the homeless under bridges out in Graceland Eight cyborg like 8 Man or Eighth Man J23 lives on a fishing vessel off a burning mainland Rigging algae for the bait cast Rich rappers stay ga**ed Sick rappers stay mad [Hook - LoDeck] I k** them all with this They come and go endless Infuse my all in this Can't deny my inventiveness Oh sh**, so sick, so sick, oh sh** [LoDeck] Step into this, what you call business Convict kindergarten Infrequent mic visits daring me to handle this Holy scam like evangelist Cum-verting 72 virgins Such a terrorist, please no cameras I wrote this misquoted paragraph when telegrams were still buzzing Getting head and Belvedere, my co*k playing stunt husband I held it in til I thought Evelyn Lin Add another sin The phantom chimes in, ominous organ notes I shine like J.P. Morgan's vaults Amongst the dull and comatose Still kicking, blowing powder off wigs I blow minds like Lincoln Free thinking, free range chicken breast licking sh**'s complex like repressed strippers I splash the money shot and write advice for the little tippers Transform the g-spot under a sycamore Do you remember f** a thrift shop, I'll spend my last 20 at a liquor store Then wake up groggy in a new Bugatti Tapping on some politician's who*e Dude I'm so Illuminati Lifting the curtain to a devil's orgy I'm sure Pica**o saw the exact same Knee deep in slime, can you make out my name b**hes make out at this party rocking Beliebers to the door of d**h Your battery's spent, go next I pa** like Ervin f** your head up worse than Jordan in a Laker jersey I'm rarely heard like secret service thru the walkie-talkie When it all hits, intense bliss Asking who the f** is this During your very first kiss, inventiveness [Hook]