Jak Tripper - Father Divine lyrics

A pervert like John Whiteside, I murder pride like hyenas Burners buy Hit off you and your girl then turn the 9 on myself On gels fly my own tent like a circus ride Worthless life Berserker, I write about fire rounds With that pen there's fire around like witches inside of fire rounds Spit sh** wicked, snatch wigs quick like retired clowns Gonzoist, write some ill sh** then throw my typewriter down Am I just tired or is half of the population wired down Side of town They get brainwashed and pipe pipered out If the body's a temple we sneaking inside and out So many sparks light up your church organs, it'll look like a Bon Jovi crowd with the lighters out Punches like the Wright brothers, first to let 'em fly in bouts Richard Kiel iron mouth of steel I sk**et, pull out that steel sk**et, pan fry his scalp f** a card, I'm pulling black ops double agent files out Ride the clouds like zephyrous, round trips messiest Seat-belting headless chicks in and drive around Heavy DMT hits lying down Rappers get hung like I'm drying pounds Blonde k**er Drop out co-eds, cut their hair and dye it brown Arms sore from the five I drowned Hatch back tied and bound Larvae hatch that fly around In the field, you in the ride catching entire rounds (In a state of renewing his cult battle with Father Divine, Prophet Jones said God had told him to lead Detroit and make his headquarters in New York or Philadelphia or else. He declared that he would go to New York one weekend and take the curse off the city that Father Divine put on it.) In a verse I'm awfully sad Back off me man, yeah you and your off beat band Those edibles stretching like toffee strands Peel lids off like coffee cans I'm torching strawberry cough in a slide rock with Aussie fans I dumb out like I got a helmet with chin straps They screaming "You don't really trip Jak" Their faces looking glossy in shrink wrap When they come to my crib they leave in three different zipped gym bags My back porch unearthing upper torsos with rib tats Cross space be looking like a rib shack I hope you try to rap then go out like Freddy E over some c**aine and push your own wig back