Jak Tripper - Price Is Right lyrics

Mr. Marmalade In a Codeine sea of Orangeade Blue-magic dope Orange/beige I bring gats to cave parties Part the waves Straight from Mars Spitting bars of flames I eat bars And barf on stage I got charm Arm in a sling My G.H. game is off-the-chain I sniff salt Grip hawks Cut off your chain Barrel like a broom handle Dust off your frame I feel like exes The way they get love off my name They all s**ed off my fame My coven cloth No cut-cloth the same Hype when I raise arms Like full Special Ed cla** attendance with ARs That supergra** flame spark My brain is about as big as grapes are Cops get buried under state farms Hungry My stomach's sounding like AR's So sedated I'm seeing eight arms My bio: wet brain and dead cells I rep Hell Nod off Red devil breath hell Rip seal off pack Chem' smell Take ovals Yellow and white egg-shell O.D. - rest well Lay back Let your mania thrown fits between themselves Synthetic bags on XL Sweat gels My flesh Codones ringin head-bells Soul so heavy it could walk my skeleton out itself I'm bored, in fact, I'm bored of rap All of my perverses border that I want to be a bored young Jak Setting fires And dissectin the corpse of cats f** verses And chorus tracks I'm Heath Ledger right before the nap Bong attached to my face like a snorkel mask After my performance I leave a horse hoof cracked