Jak Tripper - For The Herd lyrics

This is preposterous I talk a lot of sh**, I squat thrust a hippopotamus Stuffed in a Plymouth, stacked on ? monuments Stacked on all eight-hundred and eighty-seven Easter Island monoliths Misogynist, welcome to Narcotics Anonymous Honest, it's been three years since I popped or sniffed Copped a binge, how am I not a stiff? For the simple fact I should have OD'd like Bonham did I felt the stage ? twice and I got a kid I'm the result of a condom ripped Full moon facing like ? locked in a closet, piss Necrophiliac nympho, jerkin' off in a graveyard to virgin suicides locked in cribs All jokes aside, my co*k is big, yeah, dude, hip-hop's the sh** ...not, I'm not positive, I rock a wig In my house and walk around talking to inanimate objects Like it's not you, it's the chair I got a problem with 10x slacker, not a modern kid And mostly every crew I work with I consider little punks Battle rap nerd, backpackin' simpletons Drippin' prepubescent pimple puss I like tits so big they can wrap around my waist So behind my back, the nipples touch, I'm sick of d** I bury you alive, wait 'til you die, then dig it up And how about this; I rap cause it's an outlet If I don't jump in the booth, I'll end up sneaking in houses ?? white picket fence families with night gowns and blouses Found with ligature marks, snagged and molested on couches And I like hippie chicks who think I'm a genius Black hair, skin fair like melanin depletion And almost overdose like Peaches My shows comatose to in freezes Rumors of me as scumbag, I'll be it If I cum in your mouth, don't try to speak, you can keep it My s**ual obsessions almost f**ed up my program completion I puked a lot and threw chairs in group during treatment Behold the fire spitter, I burn like a Phoenix And don't front, my style is hot I went from c**aine viles, rifles and cops Puffin' White Rhino in bongs To psych board suicidal and watch How you gonna survive when all your idols were shot? We'll be back in a TC within three weeks, like it or not Or layin' inside of a box I may smile but I won't hold a bible, get signed or go pop I make music for depressed kids, stuck in hole with no rope to climb to the top Just a rope to tie in a knot around their necks Signed "Goodbye cruel world, leaving the flies to the cops"