Jak Tripper - S7- Acid In the Oolong (Melting Cultivar) lyrics

Six virgins Suicides with pride Get hobbled erectile This world Earth mother Raped us to make God's wheel for X-Files My E-meter soakin in orgones The sick lay half dead On beds filed Greys in suits preach pestilence As Illuminati soap box reptiles Synthetic angels draw razors on expressions To etch smiles My veins runnin a red Nile Vision quest Head dress, holding heads Rolled from necks To the feet of an Aztec Idol Once the blood pumps Up chuck Pharmac insulin pumps pus I'll punch up Ghost to the netherworld Crash 'em Into the Sun's crust Ritual slaughter I headhunt And cannibalize ship chambers Blood drunk Off blood lust Carpenter this Carpet cutter tongue Spun Peel open his hyde Sun dried like a rug cut You cuff s*uts I control and handcuff c*nts to radiators These haters need to go club With Rev Run's son Hollow tip Dump slugs Stick in his head like Dum-dums In night shade At night Shades drawn I get my sleep on Before Sun-up