[Jak Tripper] I drop the Visine in my tea On stage with my hands out squinting like I'm blind trying to see In a wheelchair like Kirk trying to speak I'm rolling like fashion models dining on E with pacifiers from grinding their teeth I'll outdoor their insides so the flies they can breathe Haters line up for me, trust me I'm dying to leave I remember a blanket over my face when I was 3 like "Mom I can't breathe" Let's play the overdose came, follow behind me Do a line for a rhyme each And God why me, what God? Don't mind me I set fires to holy sites and hide priests under dead vines of poison ivy Tied bundles of sticks, wood chips and dried leaves Deluded highly I'm trying to get Hostess to release this album and sign me My market is selling to psychopathic sociopaths that are antisocial like me [Yugen Blakrok] There's no abyss where you can hide me – when I'm down, the pen soars Magnetic armour known to stand the wrath of a vexed god Eye to eye – still talk to you on all fours like centaurs Give these puppets purpose like Geppeto Underrated brains smash the test scores – lifestyle detests law My phlegm-talk's prone to turn heads and twist the neck chords Dig inside the flesh and infest cores Burn a biter's tongue inside his clenched jaws then skywalk to a leg crawl My flow moves in star waves – this only just an echo Stomach turns on visions of the horrors of the next war Weary and depressed lords – gazing at the sky seeing reflections of my red orbs Against I – it's a dead draw I'm grimoires and records – connect to earth like tent floors Search the left-hand path looking for the tenth door Ink's my last symphony, conducted out the pen-sword And our helix dance spirals anti-clockwise like electrons