"What's umm, what would you say would be Jak's most romantic song?" "Definitely Dumpsites." "That's sick and it's twisted that you'd say that." "I guess I'm just a sick and twisted girl." This an outrage I found shade as soon as the drought came Hospital gown cape In my house barrel in my mouth about face No I'm not rapping in clown paint (f** that) Record that, style gauze pads They rap around brakes These rappers sounding like outtakes (haha) I'm about hate (yeah) I wish I could hold a planet in my palm and poke out lakes My clothes smell like I been out late (ah yeah) Revisiting dumpsites digging up foul graves When I cry clouds rain God is dead, I'm a foxhole atheist My brain baby sh** Late 80's coke baby kid Punching like 36 Crazyfists Each line an Oxy 80 hit I been spitting since '86 Hot like Hades is I'll embalm your radius Smoking water like M80 wits I'm off the top (word) like scalping by Iroquois Shadow creep hear a noise (huh) Smoke DMT clear the void I'm a dusty k**er, clearance toy No friends left, paranoid (whoa) Loud with the noise (huh) Bumbling chemical bubbling unbalanced boy (huhh) Schitzo effective paranoid Myopic clumsy maladroit (ahh ohh my god) I didn't mean it, I thought she was acting dead (huh) I'm stuck in the past leaning on a yellow Iroxy Leather jacket red Hey guys, you guys playing ca**ettes here? Oh okay, yo I'll just give you a CD. What? Oh