Jak Tripper - Ricky Six lyrics

Yeah ride it out Yo Satan worship, Satan's servant Rainbow in the circuit, Ricky six verses Let's f** d**h away and burn wrists Rappers turn sh** I'm cracked like burnt lips on hookers and turn tricks I'm out of my turnip Look at the sherm drip I turn murk quick Eat my throat out like Lurch did Hands dipped in rubber like surgeons After they die it's first kiss The bird's limb in a bathtub of bleach, picture perferct Wait til the percs kicks Put the clothes back on the bodies inside out on purpose I'm a pervist, another psycho like Perkins Meet them in person, leave by myself nervous Tucking the shirt in This is deep like family pictures from their purses The creep from under the furnace Yeah I'm Koolaid server you Mondo Zombie peace out man Sneak in your crib with the beads out and the breeze from house fans Jumped out van Smoking free base to breathe out cans I smell like green house gas I breathe out slag Monster from the basement and the deep down lab Black coven groupies beat down ramps Creep out fans, junkie sh**, creep out camps Be out fam Four door jeep, task force tweeze out strands Hellfire heat mouth leave towns ash Jak f**ing Progresso the scene's outcast I'm really an artist, I feel fine I want to k** myself, I'm real high, Im really a weird guy I'm so very an artist, I feel fine If I hung myself the record deal's mine, I'm real high [Repeat] Who's this guy, what's his name mean, I thought he was bigger f**ing figures, I spit and draw you a picture for six figures I can't believe I still have a liver I'm the new Keith Richards, robo-tripper Codeine and scissor, wave to the solo tripper My pitch works, pipe hitter Bind, torture and k** her Are strippers, runaways and drifters The devil's right hand man by the river Hands binding sisters Long Island's sands hiding fingers Oddly obsessed with your music in the sands buying stickers Hollow a soul, empty temple Swallowing ghosts at the Hollow alone Condo is sold, colleges trolled Telling the voices I promised I won't follow them home Compost and mold Prostitutes wilt into fossils and bones