Jak Tripper - Stomped Dead lyrics

Jacket lining like a tool kit I pull grip in sun temples I'm Demagro from the pulpit Zoo station kid Pull switch blade stick you like bull ribs You already know I'm on that retarded bullsh** Fully grown in kindergarten, hair parted My flow's in the helmet with a drool bib Rap lines I can spool spit I don't care what hood is I'll use every last bullet Your face can get the soot from the bottom of the full clip Cop my box set, fund my trunk Garbage bags, Clorox and mop heads Pull out the ox lead I splatter eyeballs like dropped eggs Glock's lead, no tops They're meant to pop heads off cop necks The mach wedged, off lock I pop off canoe out ox head My verse a threat like circle pit with an infant under the mosh Stomped dead I drive black caddys with red velvet coffin lining inside Stomped dead I'm like a horder, stuck in my house armed, just waiting to die Stomped dead I've got a girl in my house, two weeks old, covered in flies Stomped dead I just overdosed and came back, I came back to life My hoodie smells like kush and Rain Don Triple too off the moon's crust Gooned up, in cyphers I'm Scrooge (f** you) Bacteria chewed most of my brain food, I'm screwed up My head's missing marbles, screws and loose lugs I'm the illest, who's what Still deep in the cut like shank wounds with spoon rust I'm burnt dude, I eat trees like a June bug f** crack lids, I sell psychoactives off the blue bus Wrist wrapped in rave bracelets handing out cactus and shrooms plucked Medical Buddha Chemical shell, the wet will melt through bud I'm catching Jesse Helm's dementia off two puffs Flowing juiced, holding breath control between glue huffs One night I pulled two stunts VW Bug trunk, stuff in the front like fupa Innocent faces choked to fuchsia [Hook]