Jak Tripper - X-Ray Clouds lyrics

What's weirder, water making the blood clearer Betray me I'll stab you 23 times like Caesar in the theater This is for the back shooting Robert Ford cats I'm a dumpster baby, I was born crack I'm kicking war Self loathing, narcissistic gore raps In business, a who*e door mat Dead stillborn's gasp For air stuffed behind the walls of my thorax My short sensors like the hair on a bore's back Clowning squares like Borat X-ray skies the forecast