Jack Jetson - Boomerange lyrics

Yo Jacks' burning liver Hand's surgically attached to a gla** swirling liquor Craft the perfect picture Perspex pitcher Chasing the vodka with a bourbon mixer On my dick cause I dress like a suburban hipster Uppers with the downers and the the third elixir sh**'s peaking turn down the mixer Build up the piff then I burn down the rizla I'll turn down the fixture The bout's fixed b A bout with me? Your down in 3 rounds Don't grind End up like ground mincemeat These house mc's can go dive off Mount Kimbie The fibres found in me That's Jack Jetson Snapback with the backpack like Ash Ketchum Fast track to a cash stack my paths destined Man ask tell em stand back don't ask questions With the ???? fast that's what my friends on Everyday a party i don't know what day it ends on Tryna stay headstrong Even though my head's gone Yeah I get my drink on Nothing to depend on Every single links strong You could never bend one Associates not a doctor who I get my meds from The opiates Benzos Copious ched o'z Homies let z's blow Hear the flow echo (echo) Think my game is so retro ?WY? Metro Strap a ?chrome mellow? Billin up a zoot beside a black and chrome ???? Building jetpacks out of lego Man hop out the Renault Sippin that yellow Vision be purple My sh**s Donatello Piff Pepper Pimento My memory's Memento Must be checkin the memo Cause fresh be my M.O Several chemicals mixing like chemo Downing Limoncello Plotting Vengeance Skipcla** sh** Non Attendance I bun a fat spliff In remembrance of Mcs' before me they surely get ended Their stories pretend They all reinvented their images Staying on point in the centre like Pyramids So what's the message for the little kids? Life's a b**h but you live with it Spit hieroglyphic sh** like say the mayans inscripted it Cycling high on this tightrope Blind folded sh**ting it All of these scripts I'm starting to get sick from it