Jak Tripper - Circle of Stones lyrics

Wretched prince, wingless witch king seraphim Watch him fall featherless String along d**h sentences Opium dens, pens and pins Pro d**h, headless chick's heads on sticks Set up tents and trip I'm the rogue elephant, decrepit's tips Left in a rented crib, I'm senseless Special Olympics, demented gold medalist Offend a b**h, honk like a donkey, violate vaginal entrances I left clubs covered in piss and estrogen I'll serial k** entire beach resorts and drop from exhaustion and finish the rest off on my second wind On my head's pretension Octopus Kabbalah circulate syringe drenched in spliffs Moons on my forearm's defensive width Fingernail cuticle skin fiber particle evidence Electric psychedelia convulse the eyelids, I own the primus Light-bulbs explode proprius, ultra-violet, technicolor soak the Irish Expose omens, acidic ocean pilot, rock the occults Supercoven, ultra virus, promoting violence of the devil's work, flow soaked in a sulfur hybrid Earth worm vessel with mineral guts and motion sighted This freak like Caligula diggin' the clam bed excretion's, engulfed the hymen Yo, tormented indie icon Once the mic's on my mouth's a suspicious package in a post office containing a pipe bomb Extraordinary failure song writer hung up in the studio with nylon Text book druggy, discharged plan for rehab, staff kept my room light on M15A4 .22, or my light carbine with the sights on Super start them in Saigon I sleight pop starlits, every target taken out it's another stripe sliced on my right arm I k** Krylon Spring by-products and cover it to speet easy glamour, heads infested by lice farms I'll start the human genocide, let the flies swarm Car battery designed heart Air sacs dangled behind chest plate through alkaline charge Veteran, skin them and hang the venison Spin a fence of effortless, descend it in intensive care, dead for 64 seconds, falling down a precipice To the medics, electric paddle s** me back up, I sat up, pulled out the tube, suffered to the bathroom and sniffed the rest of the h**n Slithered out the den, venomous Entered the game late, hated and friendshipless In it for ventilation of payment depression, f** the rhyme fellowship I'm bellowing like the Sicilian iron bull, a G.I. lost it in 'nam jungle's, pulling hides off yellow skip's