Jak Tripper - Seven Mile Snake lyrics

[Jak Tripper] Looking at the sun rise, close enough to touch my hands Triple tint window pane, sunshine tab Cubensis fungi grand Meditating indian-style on the tip of a bonsai branch It's fun time peep the rant I'm so high, I'll have to shoot up speed to land Love trees so much I'll eat a plant I'm eating tabs, on so much acid sheets my tongue looks like a sheet of stamps You're at my show just watching me lean and stand I'm on a far off planet and it's beachy sands Leave entranced, I'm a trip Literally I'm made up of LSD if you touch me it seeps thru hands On a Persian throw rug I rise from gold dust My skin melting off in whole chunks, like cold cuts A-bomb that rap I'm US Furlough Hydroxy Mexican mud bank ?? like burrows Eating dots, lid popper Incoherent destroyed my parents Dizzy off inhalants In all fairness, my tolerance impairment Mainline a gallon of rubbing alcohol and die staring Hit the ??, I'm floating in a haze clouded I have Alzheimer's cause dolo I blaze ounces Murder queen, rape countess Stab myself in my eyes, watch my face fountain Off this world I'm way out it I'm from space mountain Dope if you stay down with my vessel in the center of a circle flames surround it [Boxguts] Turtle neck on a chest, nothing above but a bubbling mess On a roughly cut stump My sounds cover heads in the mumps Til they all run together at once then combust sh** gets ugly, trillions of crickets are coming Listen they're tripping buggy on mushies Insects spitting sickness in tummies Your stomachs are now infested with parasitic little grubblings Laughing at tipsy chicklets Ohh sh**, that's your misses What up princess, heard you love dropping the jaw Cans of Jimmy Jam hit a b**h face like a jellyfish thrown against a brick wall Keep popping your momma like edamame, haaa Yeah she got that hot gunt, sloppy front bu*t bu*tery catfish c*nt sh** what, my song's always splashing the most ratchet-est cuts Hip-hop on crack with some proper chunk Fat kitty cat gettin rocked til it pops from the pumps Yuh, prop them buns up and spread em While I hit this slit n crush With thunder, run what? Tame this rap city sh**ty s*ut Whippin' it, but whippin' it rough Since she said she's used to getting silly f**ed And really I usually just rip em I'm guilty, but Willy Climax rarely ever let the jizzum bust