Jak Tripper - S6- Music for Plants (Ruderalis) lyrics

Wow, yeah.. You know what I do (Tripper sh**) chemical wizardry (I'm gonna tell you a story of the most exciting trip I ever took.) Yo, intellectual stone from the primus hermetic Circulate a minus on that vegetable stone Playing alchemy, panting out the trees, I creep like edible dough I vaporize that soul soaked spirit, mercury tar and fractionist Two fists balled up like psychedelic cactuses I'll punch open your chakras and pour psychoactive reactants in Addict brims get split from the ends Get rid of my flesh in to wolves clothes like Nikolas Schreck I transcend reptilian Godhood into insects Off the air moisture like alkaline salt extraction That dissolves into liquid in sets On the seventh we study temperament stringents and hex Place a gla** jar in a cupboard Alcohol poured, sort oil tinctures, filter the reds The bloom pop, drop two in the go Whole room box purple cubes of blue in the go Spit with acrylic text Two dozen blue nitrous balloons with the hoes Rooms getting slow Next winter I'll pull the moon down in the snow You puff trees? I'll blow your brains out to make more room for the smoke Leave you in the woods for so long foliage grew through your clothes "If one could think so hard, what would happen? You'd die." Dismember hands Or forearms like Syrian theft and brand your chest With Lucifer's stars coded in hexagrams I'm revolting like Riki-Oh's Warden Burning scotch pine Rock alive as obsidian encased in Nephilim unearthed after rock slides You get cut fast, cut slashed at mach-5 With a razor from a broken Mach 5 My body count like dead bodies of whales that wash up on shore and block tides I'll put you in a box in the sky, like a boxed kite I'm not right Waving arms in a vest like a crossing guard by a stop sign I'll push your wig lop-side I talk about Glock 9s Not to toy I'm just a paranoid anarchist who hates handcuffs and cop rides My knife act stuck up, it's a snob It'll leave you washed dry, then cut you off like a poshed wife (Now your majesty, what is my name? "At first she asked: Is your name Tom?" Nope. "Is it Dick?" Noo. "Is it by chance..Jak Tripper [laughing]) [an excerpt from Rumplestiltskin]