Jak Tripper - Possessed Arm lyrics

[intro only on R&D Leaks version] (?? street gangs. Yeah right, drink your dog piss? --- Twin ?? overdrives on each wheel. Let's see and these are computer controlled anti-lock brakes!) When I flip this will get really sick Im spit hexes senseless I think my crib cursed like it's Sidious 'Cause of my steez some be thinking I don't got knives, d**, things and sh** You're all simpletons I clap metal like symbolis Smoke him to sediments Rather spit bars than sit with him Got off PO two years ago, not trying to break into whips and sh** I got more than a clip and a spliff to twist But the end is near f** beef, they already almost done putting chips in skin My arm possessed, my other arm armed with pens Stabbing my other arm to d**h Light on the right, dark on left My arm possession got me armed in sessions Recording albums in a farm, armed and sweating Kidnap a harlot, carve in essence [Repeat] I spark hope with anarchic fire engulfing the White House We plumbers, jump suits two boxes open and pipes out Canoe your forehead, divide scalps Yo god, blood will be dripping into your eyelids like Christ's crown You throwing that white down f** a buy out, turn your trap to ?? Your whole camp covered in white gowns That sh** talk, bark and biting will get your kids tied up and wife drowned I troll the same streets like a nail route I'm a junkhead of Hofmann, I sail doused It will look like Chinese New Year when we flare pounds That muzzle sounding like a bear growl You see the black flags then bail out Kid, play til the whole house party getting aired out Barrel looking like you starring down a whale's mouth We got liquid sid, the sponge flyers Escape the tents pushing opium In circular drum cyphers No tree hugging life Magical mystery tour, I'm the bus driver I was a cult leader as a young liar Used to commit arson Mischief night, run wild Bomb mailboxes and cut tires Run in your apartment, I'll shoot your earth and the sun by ya Crush mics, aim at shadow agents and bust iron Bust lines til my tongues tired I turn fitteds to sun visors My arm possessed, my other arm armed with pens Stabbing my other arm to d**h Light on the right, dark on left My arm possession got me armed in sessions Recording albums in a farm, armed and sweating Kidnap a harlot, carve in essence [Repeat]