Jak Tripper - Black Gloves lyrics

[Sample] "You're smoking another product of our undersea farm, these cigars are made from seaweed ...." "Well they sure taste like the real thing." I'm burning dipped stress Off the hook Just started battling But murder's an addiction Got bodies off the books since '93 Cops finally Unearthing victims Rappers found bleached in bathtubs in detergent stringents Some end up converted and turned to Christians My church is wicked My goons actual physical beings Who leave finger imprints We'll throw your head down the front steps like Lincoln's I'm a beast Some scientist say Gigantopithecus linkage You get left slumped In a Plymouth Front seat Dead for sixty minutes Eyes open Showing teeth Two bullet holes in your cheek Icepick's still in it My bar's are postal I'll clip him Like Tommy DeSimone When he was f**ing living Beat your head in so bad Your hair stitched to your fitted I'll give him the business Carry your head around in a duffel bag Like a gymnast f** the trash talk I'd hate me too I'm bat balls The lights are on but I'm clapped off I dead bars like "last call" Front, I'll knock your fronts to the asphalt I snap wack rappers backs like I can snap straws Back off, I'm seeing mirrors in fast forward Eat this kid's face like bath salts I spaz, I hope you end up dead in a bath offed Critics and legends, goblins watching this Smoke that choke and stay wetted All haters please judge me and hate I got Jonestown punch lines come and get it f** the attention, I love the tension Cult leader Possessed reverend I'm an oddity, so honor me I'll skin you and wear your skin in front of you Like, "What you think about my new outfit, no honestly?" This gun isn't a model or novelty This Glock will leave his roof pushed back like a Model-T I hand out acid and capped bottled leak I lay low like 2Pac in Greece, not for me With an oil lamp my shadow boxes me I'll turn this show to a circle pit Everyone mosh with me I'm higher than being in a spy-plane co*kpit popping Es I pop out like eyes on a crushed head Mush sleds Pull the ox out My heart big enough to pull an ox plow So this is hip-hop now? A bunch of players standing around like a lockout Hay bailing punches to leave a cow knocked out