Jak Tripper - 2:13 am lyrics

(Twice from out of nowhere whether I'm on medication or not. Sometimes they come ?? ??, sometimes they don't come at all. It's just once in awhile and when they come they sound ?? ??) LSD tabs Lines in my head like '93 hair I got the creep stare A winner, reading dating for beginners in a beach chair Abducting brunette teens from pseudo punk scenes with bleached hair Pulled out the crowbar from under the Jeep spare Right of driver side modified No pa**enger seat there Book me I'll be there I'll show up as two eyeballs Teeth and a shirt made of throw up Don't wait, I won't blow up Got psychedelic rap sewn up Still froze My clique all on cold d** like Bone Thugs Smoke a dust bone up Now my skin is feeling like foam stuff Rest in peace Manzera I'm trailing close son If he speaks against the church I expose guns Heat up his gear like clothes done I stay early 90's like Razor Ramon vs. Goldust Fonzarelli Black, Jak gat Left coursed knuckle from letting TEC off Explode your meatball to red sauce An unfed dog I deal in d**h and a fetish for k**ing escorts (Confess unto me that Jesus Christ is the son of God, and the voices would say, they vaguely confess it or wouldn't.) I'm down to go Black vested ninja'd head down to toe I'm like the Orkin Man I'll smoke out his home We break down the half ounce and roll Crime scenes that smelt like gun powder and sour smoke Gucci down I'm fresh out the hospital gown and robe I'm Cheech Marin in Cali around them clones Puff so much When I'm outside the clouds look low In bouts I'm stoned Like Nick Diaz coming in swinging fist out clouds of smoke I'm so acid in surround I make sound look dope I'm down with cult Buick Riviera '83 black rag-top down Paint job brown and gold I'm prowling with a bag of downers Looking around for hope Investigated, my house was probed No feds found the dope They did find the hidden down below But found the hole Drugs, cold chills and d**h Cid flashbacks, s**, violence Get high and dive off the building ledge k** the rest Can't chill I'm stressed Guilt compressed from cutting gills and necks