Jak Tripper - Doom Rag lyrics

Face in the earth my palms outward breathing chest rise I banish Judas With a six point star in virial on my left side Electric wizard, Belial, tacky horror I'll hang you from hooks while boiling fat on your back meat like cacky horror Deep's and Ziggy's and a black DeVille Cadillac hardware store in my trunk space Seats hanging tools like a hammer rack Black Norman Roger shades like they're for my cataracts The new Osley corduroy jacket, sweating through hagged slacks I'm an animal, my face behind a cage like a catcher's mask f** giving dap to Jak My punches spiked like peyote cactus patch Smoking those Cali dabs, toking that Cali wax I'm an alley cat Lost in the dust, my head a hump with water in it like a camel back Never grounded with the pounds I'm submerged in smoke like I sauna in ganja I'm not with the drama 36 anchored heads will send lead out 36 chambers of d**h like llamas with llamas Bars either you don't got 'em or got 'em, and you don't got 'em I'm on my way to the weed house while you getting spotted a Mexican seed ounce I brought the AZs with the loose plugs to breeze out Squares in each room pushing the heat out Squeeze and hit you where you breathing your last cloud of weed out My studio floor Beverly Hilton bathtub fiends down In Pencil Lane and a has-been garbage head like raccoons digging through trash lids My team trying to reach Pennsylvania Ave and trap it Blak Church B.L.A.K. strapped in...