Jak Tripper - Stony Soil lyrics

(Isolate them from the rest of the world. Make them feel apart of a special elite group with an important mission.) I'm next to a dead body on a beach chair watching the calm sea Sorcerer like Ahmad Suradji My known art is cult Smash skulls to particles Stifle thots with their own clothing articles Burn flags off poles Poison a pope and cardinal He's a madman The heat burn longer than hash from Baghdad Human hash plant, say an Afghan Purple kush, Granddad I'm walking around the club with a severed head in a Gucci handbag They don't even know the sh** that I'm on I troll for rappers in a white Dodge Hair dyed blonde, striped top, bu*toned up collar, ?? The sh** I spit personal like "Oops I didn't know the mic's on" Bury hatchets in bygones I'm walking dead like I was two arms and legs sticking out a pine box I love to k** high til my eyes roll back to a pale white My mic grip strangle similar to Hillside's I'm spazzing like a crack addict with a packed crill pipe It's like Memorial Day, crack open your grill wide Bed sheets with blood stains looking like I spilled wine I'm an artist in a studio apartment sketching a carca** as still life Craigslist k**er, I be stalking women in real life My Hip-Hop has not gotten better I'm odd as ever I probably decapitate women 'cause of my mom like Kemper I'm not joking I'm a take pills and nod like Ledger Trip so hard my palms got feathers Chemtrails spray skies Try to run Man-made virus strung Dark pendant, die in sun Sobbing in the king's arms, dying son