Jak Tripper - Dark Magus lyrics

This a new acid sitcom Far out, psychedelic like wigwam I get ugly like terminal cancer with the wig on I'm stranded on witch lock I'll snatch kids and feed them to pigs like Rick Top I grip Glocks and pull the gloves over the wrist watch In a caddy, I'm smoking PF80 with Rick Ross And listen, for animals this sh** is farm food Drugs I heart you I lost my f**ing yarbles I visit dumpsites on E, just to see what the hearts do Can't f** with molly, we argue I clap hands and fly ?? Jak Tripper, I'm in the house like suicide by car fumes I'm in a fake cast for spanish fly by a bar stool Girls how smart are you After the head comes off We can conversate but you'll get in the car too I'll snatch up discard youth I'm behind a dead body in my house alone, making the arms move (why don't you drink up Jak, you're falling behind) (Jak you don't look so good, maybe we should get out) I'll open your face with the razor they use to cut carpets up I missed the show, I was out stalking stars at clubs Broken pill parts and crumbs Behind bars like orange jumps Under the stairs my arms with plugs Once I'm escorted by my arms in cuffs It's like I start forming blood Sex centers need to cart in d** I haven't left my apartment once Cause I'm already dead inside like Charles Crum When I park the car they're done Cut em apart to crumbs In my kitchen and use the garage to dump Black plastic, black blood splashes Working hard parts in trunks More garcon d**