Jak Tripper - Virulent23 Emo Gagger lyrics

And these rimjob fairies circle ?? transcendental flux with overbites. My demons slept, but the lysergic awoke them each year. Every track, I wept salt spray. 'K kids. Thank you, thank you. Happy happy excited (it's another signature). I feel phenomenal right now. B23 project, Johnny23, Sebrox and Jak Progresso, and a seminar for you kids this afternoon, yeah Yo I'm a medicated elephant I k** theories like suicide afterlifes filmed enter in, brought back and edited Hemp stitched hurricane record spin I fly furniture for sober embellishment Crash house parties, spit back Haldol at a medic b**h Fight the government til I nod off like legal replacement of h**n Circling satellite lesson of like zoom in on Americans Mic booth engulfed this hysteric fit, heretic Geometry's dry, lets try to k** her brakes Who's the iller fake I look at the solar system like here's my fist to billiard break Exaggerate imagery, magic delirium tremix Like trips I cling to a blemish Humanity, just a mixture of bones, flour, vegetation and senses I drag a poison collection cart over planks with the scent of furniture resin d**h is the color of lead, leak renascent urine Piss on your centrifuge Rap tough guys emo, mmmm they're h*mos**ual Metro Pleasant, I'm in a tele sick Spike plummet into vein Opiate envelope wax black tar bubble antidote inject, then belly itch I spit, drool string graceful as a dead girl's hair under water weaving like tentacles of a jellyfish I a**a**inate ??, close range, bull dog, snub muzzle contract hit Political gaudy umbrella ma** market industrial artist selling discs I'll k** emo only to end up dead and stiff like Elliot Smith with two stab wounds to his chest Leaving the spike hanging out the trap with yellow drip Melancholy comfortable, mellow sh** Late to cla** strung out and like "hello kids" As I sink into my couch like I was jello In the booth making you puppets like Geppetto's crib I wish I was more known (uh), or no (no) I'm not normal (nope), I'm not immortal, not a morsel Morose, couldn't score coke Went to mourn broke Fake suicide forged no, not mournful I'm in the ward cold, as the North Pole Hospital gown the wardrobe Light as a feather, stiff as a board broke Absorbing orgones, two slit wrists with door closed, I slit a portal I'm in hell with the head of a horned goat, on a horse with the horse throat When the corn grows, inserting pins into cornrows Torch glows preparing for the bore roast Bloody ores row, shore is close I dock at the port bearing scalps and flesh torn from a human torso I wore both (look), thorned dome, like Christ hanging from worn rope Covered in sores from scorned stones Chemicals from morgues soak into gorgeous cloak of patches and tattered cloth sewn made of pork and thorn groves 23rd of this month July '08 23 bowls scraped, broke, taped 23 sold tapes, broke, no fame, doped out like Hole 23 sacks of soaked flakes Blow, flows, 23 'dro 8ths, studio smoke breaks, toke haze Once I spoke 23 crows came, probably got beef with 23 no names Beef with the 23 known promotes hate (ok), no thanks 23 roach treys, spoke, baked 23 shows plus three s**ed except for the hoes, a whole waste 23 trolls hate, 23 shroom caps, gold beige, I ate them and ?? Watch tower is home base 23 pink Peruvian c**aines 23 rehabilitation escapes with pulped veins Overdosed 23 times on the road, phased Cali two man tour, mustard 23 foam plane Silver, Grand Daddy, Lemon Drop, Purple Kush, Afghanistan 'dro haze Came home Christmas Eve, visited my folks baked (hey!), 23 snowflakes Booked 23 times, barely showed face Acid dose soaked til old age Random Violence only 23 votes came, so lame Next ones the gold, trophy