Jak Tripper - Stranger lyrics

(Sooner or later children we be born, the first true Martians. They will grow up to see Mars as their home.) None of my writtens is matched I start hearing whispers before I finish the rap They pay me to clean cribs out I flipped head first into the black like Clapton's kid Took half the scripts, caught the twitches and spazzed Old fashion in the kitchen wearing plastic bags gripping the ax So much blood I had to slip into a vinegar bath Cult ?? visiting ma** Our shooters are so young the gun doesn't even fit in the hands Promethazine fizzing trash strength piss for the bands I made her dance, I grape ape c*nts Once the stabbing and rape's done Kissing their faces smearing the make-up In tears petting their heads, hoping they'll wake up She's planking under the lake mud While I wrote this they found the gla** rose with pocket mirror in my whip caked up with c**aine crust Knife to my throat, I steady gave up You looking at a man whose already stood over his grave dug (One very important aspect of art is that it makes people aware of what they know and don't know what they know. Now this ?? not only ??, all creative thinking.) (Sooner or later children we be born, the first true Martians.) Apaches out, choppers upside down hacking scalps Trying to keep a straight conversation going with Jak is out I use to keep dead cats under my bed in a shoe box raised in a Catholic house I'll pack the cows My closet's like a guns and ammo mag; bags of rounds, black flags, mags and pounds If I'm strapped on that acid I'm blacking out I'll make two gats sound like a clapping crowd Drag them down from upstairs wrapped in blankets like dragging a mattress out I can't even talk about this, I can't chat right now What I did to those girls had me pa**ing out You want to know where the rest are sleeping? I can draw or map it out 6AM cops at my door like Schoolly D A B-movie geek Test tube terror, super beast Methamphetamine sea creature from the gloomy deep Cloud of flies above me Looking manky, lanky, goofy feet (Sooner or later children we be born, the first true Martians. They will grow up to see Mars as their home.)