Jak Tripper - Pill Box Pauper lyrics

Um this is for um the nobody show (where am I), Sound ?? k**, Johnny23, LoDeck, Many Styles, Boxguts, Mr. Taubin, Complex, Sebrox. This is an envelope to you guys for summer camp after a nervous breakdown, it is July 16th 2009 and it's gonna go like this (really I'm insecure) Yo, I got a myopic doppelgänger, he's in a black zoot suit Agoraphobic locked in the booth spooked And I'm like dude, there's no corporate drones who are really out to shoot you I'm a sulfate spitter, deviant skipper, wait around to snatch the purse Blind Tiger Cafe pervert, act a perv Political Bolsheviks get hacked to nerves The boning knife disembowles the belligerent conservatives down to s** glands and sacculars I'm tripping, dripping from dust sacks, the shap is sherm Ideas form in my mouth, my brain thinks too fast to work, my art's innate Most of you had to learn I titty-f** groupies in their mouth, then put the muscle in their a** to squirt I'm co*k-slapping birds, I hunt humans for the cash and fur Supercoven cabinet, black magic firm Peyote cactus curse, afterbirth Witchcraft, burning haystacks in a Catholic church Sorry I've been absent, I relapsed on percs Blacked out and woke up inside of detox intravenous fed by catheters My feet drag and hurt In hospital socks with the rubber traction, leather straps fastened first Incoherent, snapped and attacked the nurse But I don't rap disturbed, this face is a mask Mood swings are rapid, frantic, volatile spastic Lash out in sporadic spurts Parents don't even know me and lack concern Cause I wasn't conceived, I crashed on Earth Crawling among the crabs and worms, skanks and herbs Backpackers in drag who write graph next to rapper nerds Should of hired a manager Instead I had to put my blood on word of mouth and loyal fans, after the wax returned f** a talent search Johnny pulled me off the mattress burns in some opium den to come back and work My new syllabus drive the fans berserk Like these new school Asians strutting tits and a** with girth I chase the white rabbit, tie-dye canvas, LSD 25 brandish in a j**el studded 24 carat canister Then I become this colorful character, with a mouth shut full of larvae farm as maggots squirm Tickling my tongue so I had to smirk Sick of the rap, demo, arrogant, work, ballad, merch, I'm embarra**ed to say I rap I rock headphones to drown out the parrot chirps Rigor mortis horizon helix, drowning sorrow in eel piss Some shrink attempts to help me define what real is I'm a living downer, I hate myself so much my daughter feels it My skin feels pins tingling Took the blade to the wrist, but keeled over from the valiums first before I could peel skin Hit my head on the toilet, ambulate came All I remember was the squeak of the wheels on the gurney when I was wheeled in My ears ring, looking down on my body, my ghost back against the ceiling This is it, just stuff my in the black bag with the zipper and seal it But I didn't overdose today, no rope or blade My head's a gas bubble with a kite string that holds the weight Connecting my neck to my upper torso, dragging my feet as it floats away Prince of the ?? I'd love to have friends, but friends are not allowed around me due to this apparent mental illness Arabic and Spanish girls approach me speaking their native tongue I'm like what are you saying, I'm Sicilian Other side rappers you tour and see millions front like I can't k** it Looking at me like I touch children I'm that dope fiend dozing off at the foot of the stairs at your building with more talent than you You'll find out in the lab when I'm building You and your alumni will catch the duck bill grin I'm chilling in a drug treatment facility living off the land like a pilgrim If I'm not spitting, my mouth's used for a deposit box to drop pills in I'm from that Iron Age, Court of the Crimson King, steel gilded mic grip 500 a verse villain The rest of the indie populace are scene posers, flamboyant, flaming in the village I herd the sheep, I'm a mad cow worm on beef, you're on the verge of sleep Cut yourselves out of your jeans and stop acting like you never heard of me I'm about to use funds from doing scheisse p**n to pay for a tour in Germany In Europe I'm Ron Burgundy, you never catch me on commercial beats f** a verse for free, sometimes I feel like it's the blue planet Earth versus me Suicide doesn't work for me, they brought me back three times I'm not worth it, it's up to you to murder me (Wow) and I'm out (that's pretty f**ed up) thanks. let me go take a train (is this song like thirteen minutes) some one dollar coffee and a hot dog. (six minutes, your up). "Jak you're dead." Really? "Yeah, you live inside your own head."