Jak Tripper - Peruvian Torch lyrics

"So you want me to explain myself? Is, is what. well.." "Well yeah, I wish we had the time now. Ahhh, I'll tell what we'll, ahh we'll get some crushed ice for him, and then we'll do a commercial and when we come back you just tell us what you were up to, and then we'll visit about other things. Alright?" "Okay." "Okayy." Burner to your bean-cake (what up) Laser beam range Or banana split your wig three ways Walker crematorium Bodies I catch I cremate Black robe, Bull Sky lodge is where the beast stays I'll leave you face-down in the sand, flies and fleas came, gutted Insides left outside on a beach day We're where the thieves lay So many unmarked sparking at your apartment, you'd think the D's came Those skeezes you saw on my arm, E weight Bellies full of bombs like decay They're under my house, decayed You can smell the decay I called out scenes, I want what Meeks made I congregate black ma** And shoot thru the stee in this pusher's brief case f** clubs, bunch of posers rolling like a Greek play All I spit is heat flames, I'm starving My appetite you don't feed sea grain I'm on the grind underground digging ditches Back whipped with my feet chained Arm out the car amp, waving at your fam, that's a heat wave Slide open the van door, heat aimed Twelve deep, my whole team blaze Let off like a gang of bats out a deep cave Trees ketamine stained, I can't seem to keep the heat straight I straight clean space in your attic with a large caliber .38 I'm a creep offbeat, I cut up teens, I can make three eight Distorted surreal Deprivation a pill Near d**h experience the thrill Wrote my will Brave new world look what I build Tryptamine spilled Peruvian torch, I'm San Pedro on the hill [Repeat] Feds sweep lakes, finding fiends taped Corpses smelling like cigarettes at free base My face in a magazine page I want Garland Greene fame I once wore a woman's head as a hat driving across three states Paranoid 'cause of the sheet's strength On the run from government psychics like Dream-scape I'll put you to sleep on ice while the silence 9 give your dreams skates I tweak, slap your hat beak straight I replace your eyes with mirrors, and send your reflection off under God's green plains Punches strong enough to lean weight My swag made me a king that b**hes fan and feed grapes Pulled out her tongue, licked it, licked off the E paste How does E taste Distorted surreal Deprivation a pill Near d**h experience the thrill Wrote my will Brave new world look what I build Tryptamine spilled Peruvian torch, I'm San Pedro on the hill