Jak Tripper - Waste lyrics

The tabs on earth mean my tongue's Berkeley I'm f**ed up like the Kentucky Dust Derby Lose lunch throwing up cut turkey I'm a stuck turn-key Serve me Let's get this 8-ball rolling like X ODs on rush gurneys Make suicides circles out of twerp teens I'll fry walk these cats in duck rolls I'm by the punch bowl With a ladle and a blunt roll Crunching on blue stained mushrooms a month old Last summertime I grew pork chops like mungo Leaving rich escorts dead broke on Ludlow These labels are cut-throats I hope to be found dead in the studio With a knife taped to my hand and a cut throat I'm hearing re-written rhymes written recycled The voices are telling me to skin him alive But I don't know if we'd like to I'll pull boozy rappers like you Out of line coupes, with knives drew Barrel's height of 5' 2'' I'll shoot both of us We can finish this in the sky in white shoes K 5 high My skin emitting white fumes I walk in flight school I'll murder you and the guy who hypes you In the swamps K9's dig where they won't find you When the hire me they call me the time machine I'll put your future behind you I don't trust emcees they wired inside blue Money rappers get their food from pigs like swine flu I'll shoot you in the face with a sawed off rifle Facing the sunrise, so I can see the sun rise inside you Who needs a deal when the cult's real Who needs to sign you? Sodomize crews When I do what I do You ain't creating any life Tied tubes Have I ever done anything of value, but am I a mere trifiler existing by a series of ships of one kind or another A waste or a coward. A man of straught I can find no answer whatsoever The obvious verdict being guilty every time