Jak Tripper - Letter To God lyrics

I advocate real raps then incite cats to clap police I acid bath emcees to muscular systems Bubbling in baths of bleach, it's Báthory The club's hot, caught a freeze My grow piece took a ?? mugshot with swagger flea You can't catch a beat I eat tricks like ?? in Catch A ?? Stray dog rabid, I snap my leash Delivery so dirty I tracked in fleas Spit rung out mattress pee It traps with heat where crackheads sleep I live two lives but I'm loosing my grasp on each I bury a prostitute in my back yard and go inside and make my daughter mac n cheese I drop Visine in my tea Haters line up for me And trust me I'm dying to leave And God why is it me Suicidal release I hope I drop dead and bite the rifle with teeth And check the relapse I lean back, not from the beat It's 'cause I'm going on 4 drinks and 3 Xax I'm on a school bus with yellow brightening bars Cycles will start, 25 emcees of white bicycle parts Balled ash of soot Footballs and ladders Totem poles, bars like chunks of blue chalk was scattered And I'm the new American psycho laced out Blood on my face with a chainsaw looking like Based Out I'm based out, I'll rock an ill show then leave in a stretcher laid out And I'm still trying to shoot up on the way out Lion heart writers will get their main scalped In the deep dark basement of Robert Grave's house (Hook)