Jak Tripper - Trollin' lyrics

When they all came around they didn't say anything Yo This car was stolen Early August, skin's sticking to the [??armor's trolling??] Parked in Cold Spring Satanic panics hard to hold in Gouging hearts out of harlots, discard in clothing Blood frosting, pentagrams, and lipstick in the carpet soaked in Charm to go with buying d** with the charge cards and throw it The devil slipped the dust in the cigar and rolled it Despondent road trip, pulled over slowing I had two blondes devoted, sacrificed wrapped in tarp, while being charged with holding The cops didn't even know it, even after they towed it Sick sitting in a marsh since the cold hit October gave them red rope around neck, start to glowing Ligature marks from choking Stomach with holes like five carps poked in bu*terfly larvae goes in You should see them under the sun facing the sky It looks sparkled golden I trap their beautiful ghosts in garbage pails at home ?? notes to feds explaining how I followed two but the trail went cold Careless if there it's froze or compared to ?? But I'm not I swear it's old In a medical school hair is combed, no life spared to hold No light there it's cold Bugs crawling out of a teared in hole What was behind their stare is stole d**h wrapped as a blanket around them, tailored clothes I sleep with the pale and cold corpse of Annabel Lee but her stare's like Poe And I won't let the scamp dry Snatch the upper half's line The stash knife made it a fast fight Even on black tar you won't catch me on half life Hooker slash, slid naked dead in the back iced Flick on Karen Carpenter as I watch that girl got strangled and stabbed die That white van's mine surrounded by federals parked by the campsite Cadaver dogs and MagLites I splash dyes Psychedelia flash lives Testing d** like lab mice I leave him with internal bleeding from bashed spines Came to slash rappers leaving the gash wide Supercoven flag ship holding the mast high Rolling the liquid in gra** Rolling holding the mast high And collapsing like the weak veins my boy's needle went through Lead doomsday cults ?? I am the people's temple The leaves are yellow As leaves are [??fenneled??] I'm such an outsider for six years critics thought I was feralled (James C. Dobson: You are scheduled to be executed tomorrow morning at 7:00, if you don't receive another stay. What is going through your mind?---Ted: I won't kid you to say it is something I feel that I am in control of or something that I have come to terms with, 'cause I haven't. It's a moment-by-moment thing. Sometimes I feel very tranquil and other times I don't feel tranquil at all. What's going through my mind right now is to use the minutes and hours I have left as fruitfully as possible, and see what happens. It helps to live in the moment, in the essence that we use it productively. So right now I'm feeling calm, in...) [excerpt from Ted Bundy's final interview]