Jak Tripper - ADHD lyrics

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Jak Tripper - ADHD lyrics

This is when animals attack part 5 Armed with a flashlight, and a razor blade to shutter off the dark side I've always been selfish Choked of the s**m cells in my tail so they wouldn't make it to the end cause I was jealous I am no prepubescent, female pelvic's like you never felt it And your freak will be left with a swelled clit See umm... I don't comb my hair, and I don't care Get girl's numbers with their boyfriends standing right there My life's not going anywhere I hang out in front of clinics for mentally impaired and nursing home care My crew's in wheel chairs Smoking blunts while on a**isted breathing machine's pumping artificial air I'm decked out like a cavalier Saluting with one star, half a stripe covered in starch and tear Pedophile With no reasoned abductions on file, cause I have not been caught in a while My tongue is viral So when I spit Parkinsons down your throat, you wonder why both of your lungs spiral I have the sickest style You'll see when new photographs of me and a dead child are shown trial See, I'm in denial Don't listen to a person who communicates with Valium voices patched through phone dials Yeah the human heart is vital But I'm swallowing Dino exhibits in museums, including Woolly Mammoth spinals Sideways to the point I die from spine decay And come back from my grave acting like I was fine that way I'm advanced only in the beginning redesigning phase of the 30th moon's last gravitating alignment stage I brought the finest blades And acknowledgment of all 40 muscle functions in the human face I will replace, with latex batter in a base Touch you up with cosmetics and red paint, you become my doll zombie s** slave See, um... Now who never gets laid? The cops removed numerous female DNA from my house the next day after the Fed's raid Me get stupid, me dumb, me touch pee pee and it shoot out some pre-cum See, um... Little Jak Junior with a cusp of lunar I will always be the sicker sooner, cause my brain is a tumor