Jak Tripper - Technicolor Dream lyrics

(Julio: sh**'s gonna k** you, man! - The Lieutenant: What the f** are you? A drug counsellor... or a drug dealer? If you don't deal your own product, what kind of businessman are you?) [an excerpt from Bad Lieutenant] Anomaly, hit captains wack in Boston The caddy back, hookers like Ono's twin, whacking off the king I live in Anton's trap, painted black with offerings Keep children trapped for torturing I bring bags along of tabs for songs to sing Under an inverted hook cross from rings Process human fat like animal shortening I drive a ?? Audi I'm in a f**ing food market, drinking milk from the aisle Big Labowsky Hand me the bong, ink in the welches, candy with john Cult rocking canteen and vohn I tried suicide, I'm a mess now, paralyzed from the neck down Belt around my neck now Hand me the bong, ink in the welches, candy with john Cult rocking canteen and vohn I tried suicide, I'm a mess now I'm the best out Drug carrying, like Marion buried with escorts Dumping sket salts Wrapped in hotel blankets skinned to the red sauce Nixon mask, making the tecs talk Kick down your painted black red doors Home invasions make headstones from bed boards My house like a mess hall Commune his trained radicals Black robes and red shorts Rifles and alters Head full of order like a dead corpse My house parties like the morgue next door There's cotton heads on my dead lawn Choked by ?? Pa**ed out on percocet who*es Give me the best raw I'll take his head off and put it in a hat box and jet off Reach into his chest squeeze his heart in my hands like a stress ball Chorus