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Can someone type out Butterfly Blood?

lisanap1988 wrote:Can someone type out Butterfly Blood?

It's on rapgenius.


All planet's in alignment
She descended from the highest
I was blinded, the sky split
Captivating flames of fascination ignited
The frost around my heart melting, cicles as ice drips
Of a connection escaping science
And chemistry binded
You magnetize me, I was strangely guided
When we locked eyes
It was like "behold this beautiful seraphim with wings widened."
She was soul leveling
Kept the triple sun horizon
And seven moons reflecting off the surface of her iris
My World's sky blanketed by her eyelids
Every moment is timeless
Sex is butterfly effect seismic
There's nothing like it
I can feel the gypsy moths hovering around the lantern light in my gut when it tightens
I am devoted, I honor you with a field of rooting roses and dead violets
We are trip pilots
I wanna hold hands after devouring Psilocybin
Next to a water fall under sun rises
I wanna find the light lit
Deep inside, deep in your mind's pit
She moves the ocean like Poseidon
The return of Dionysus
You are my white witch, my Tyrus, fear death
Your majesty, your royal highness
My beautiful blooming flower, I shall keep you safe in the highest diamond clustered tower on the island
Your aura, ultra violet
I'll sponge bathe you in a Jacuzzi of red wine and white oleander floating inside it
Now our passion burning like a Primus
I know I'm arcane, and don't let go
Don't let me plummet back into the precipice in that dark place
Frostbite and heart ache, I know it's hard, wait
Don't depart
The first kiss melted me into onyx shards as the stars rained
This song's for you, I hope you soak it up, blood sweat and tears, and open guts
Fight for fire and don't give up
I swear on everything I hold and love
I adore you, you now have my soul and trust
Sorry I almost broke it up
This song's for you, I hope you soak it up, blood sweat and tears, and open guts
Fight for fire and don't give up
I swear on everything I hold and love
I adore you, you now have my soul and trust
Sorry I almost broke it up
You're my other half right? slightly, you're kinda like me
I'm having psych dreams, one night I fight sleep
I wake up to you wrapped in white sheets
The pores of your skin shooting out light beams
Ahh, you laying beside me, kiss me at light speed
Summer of love in a slight breeze
I won't forget when the Dark Prince wedlock the Ice Queen

can anybody help me with the name of a song in one of his verses he says his room smell like ketemine dip sticks and inhalents ? i cant remember the name of the track

"will the true anti-conformists, please move up?" LOL!!!

I don't remember the song, or if that is the EXACT lyrics, but that is the funniest line ever!!

Word to my mother's tears, look what the drugs can do
I was a troubled youth, alcohol hiccup bubbles blew
Diggin' in your stomach's food
I'm fucked up on that syrup and I'm seeing more than one of you, tongue is blue
Huffin spray paint, drunk from fumes
Gun babble in your mouth like a beer funnel tube
You cats want to spit, talk shit, and smoke a blunt or two
I came to take the flesh off of your body and wear it in front of you
Hydroplane off of your blooden pools
I don't want to shake hands or hug with you
I want to leave this battle, go strap on camo, come back later and hunt for you
I don't want to just see you give up son, I want you to get both of your lungs removed
I'll do it for a buck and some jungle juice
The way I look and spit will puzzle dudes
I look kind of ill uh cause, I chugged a ton of shrooms
I kill prostitutes and rush em back home like 'supper soon'
I'll find the hiding spot where your bright soul is
You don't want to get in my mind when it's wide open
It's like walking inside of a mine field blindfolded
Burn pines, intern lines, leave wide oaks split
Who spits goon-like
My rhymes oagrish, on some child eating giant oak shit
Silence 4-5 out the ride smoking
Till this audience looks like a red dye ocean
Coughin up resin out of the lungs
Torchin' mountains of bud, smoke a pound in a blunt
Who's high, my head's are planted with clouds and a sun
Bodies washed up on the sound of sin tongues
Oh no he didn't, soaked in prescription
You can smell the tablet when I'm pissing
1 0 0 0 ??
I can stay focused Robo-trippin'

(Will you please wait until my son Jak returns?  That's all I'm asking you to do.)
(That good for nothing son of yours will never come back.)












"Nobody should be up this early doing this shit"
"Why not?"
"Get a fucking life bro"

It don't take much to pay me to dust a clip kids
I'll cut a witness
I'm glad I went second, I was waiting for the dust to kick in
This is such a fucking mission
I thought I had to be a crip or blood to get in
Open a jug and dip in, I'm buzzed and sweating
I drive a ?? and dumb sluts to get in
And I'm fucked, system already got me locked in a scope
White ?? ??, Cocked off the blow
I don't sell crack, I don't bring choppers to shows
I'm not a boss, I got no condo or dough
I'm that merk that you hired to follow her home
I'll hollow your dome
In front of your family just to see the expression on your mom's thru the hole
I'll donkey mule kick, ox in the flow
And the drugs got me thinking I'm a super smart guy
Leave you stiff sitting in your whip like your car died
Slumped in a car ride, burn you to marmide, pull you out the carside
Leave this battle smelling like burnt hair and carbines
I'm Sicillian, got my first piece from my cousin ?? ??
Some of us in here went to the darkside
We really got them sharp guys
They roll back in my head when I let them sparks fly
Give me work, I charge life
Dark suit, dark tie
Black leather gloves, black mask, under dark skies
Dark mind, darker than the moon dark side

(the giant entered the kitchen, with a great big bear over one shoulder, and a giraffe over the other.  As he dropped the animals on the floor he started to sniff the air.)
(because he had stuffed himself with so much food, that he swelled up like a big balloon.)

I don't want to hear shit like son is a rookie
You get run up with hooks, freeze
Don't get hung up on looks pussy
You get hung up like hooked meat under the wood's leaves
Bullets like x's, I dump em and boogie
This ain't me busting them good freaks
It's my simese twin deformed kicking it from under the hoodie
My family number runners and bookies
In love with the kush leaves
Tongue on the book sheet
I'm about to show up to class and dump off these cookies, I'm done with the hookie

"yeah it's what you get"

(Jak dropped one of the magic beans on the ground, and it turned into a lake of fire.  The giant was forced to run around the lake, in order to catch up to Jak.  But before long the giant was on Jak's tail again.  The race was now nip and tuck.  Nip and tuck.)















Yeah, you cats know how the artist ego is
So my head's bigger than a hydro ?? ?? wig
You need a fix, I got that dope needle prick
I'm a piece of shit, I'm what evil is
Eagle gripped in a peacoat smelling like leaf smoked spliffs
My back yard got the remains of dead rappers and emo kids
Closet look like a rite aid with guns and caliko clips
My talent get me that casino chip
?? ?? ?? flip
Deep flow is monster crocodile deep roll it
Sick as week old shit
After battles I creep slow for Peurto Rico tricks
Then a week goes quick
Bodies in the west found buried where the east coast is
Heat hold clicks
Cut off faces wear them like soft burritto skins
I'm a walking premitorium mouth like a steam boat lid
The way I look in black cone, you'd think I'd reap death
I got no street cred, but this is war like Omaha Beach head
It's beef bet
Right now these rappers is looking like humans with sheep heads
Let off a school of piranas snapping in your chompers
900 devoted temple assembly revisited
My cult's ??
Coke and vodka
Rice sacks in the Honda
I'm focused like Wilson writing Help Me, Rhonda
Starving, I overeat
But I'm feeding a tapeworm the size of a black mamba
Passing nose d's
Sour patches rolled green
Sprinkling hash and gold keef
I like my bitches asses like a like my sack of trees
Fat with no seeds
I don't sleep but I be entrapped catching no Z's
My goon's straight out of psychiatric home leave
Fuck flashing Rollies
I'll smoke you smoking your man's ashes homie

"haha one man Cheech and Chong act. That's an OG."

(He began to dangerously unravel.  His madness fueled by a growing interest in cannibalism and religion.  Fish began to indulge in raw meat too.  Often serving it to his children.  Who would later testify he would do this on nights when the moon was full.) [an excerpt from Serial Killers: The Real Life Hannibal Lecters.  Talking about Albert Fish.]














(I've always been curious about those things which makes the average person's blood run cold with fear and horror.  But then the average person becomes upset over such simple things.)

I put in the leg work
I'm stalking online Christian dating networks
If God's a bitch you better tell her
As a kid my night terrors measured that I'd love craft
I'd sleepwalk to a desert
Sit in a patch of cacti ingesting buttons, squating like settlers
Feeling the air texture
I quit taking tabs
I want to brew shroom tea in the tub with a straw and take a bath
They say the shit I say is mad
Smoke pill chunks with left over shake from bags
I'm such a loser it's like a cut out cardboard people at my house of made up fans
And make em laugh
My following take up land
The illest under eight suns
How is this rap
These red carpet cats is wearing make up man
Cheddar cake the pans
I'm the truth, I'm proof
Look an ape does stand
I'm how you get ape from man
So high when I took the pills I ate my hand
Vision quest like walk'abouts, on the forrest grounds
I'm lost and found from the hospital
I escaped naked when they tried to grab me they pulled off the gown
But I'm okay, I'm recording now

(Good day to you madem, may I please come in?)
(Why do you want to come in here?  Don't you know there's a giant that lives here?)
(I don't care who lives here, I'm so tired and hungry and I can't walk another step)

Yeah yo, yo, on your planet earth, my awareness is owl in a tree starring in
Tear the strip, I come baring gifts
Oh the horror of seeing tomorrow on fire, good air that shit
Who fronts drugs, dark cowboy I wear that shit
Terrorist fertilizer bomb dungeonaire crip
I can't bare to spit
I'm just fine with being famous as a singer or pentagram stuck in his parent's crib
Where's the trick, I'll scalp her and wear her wig
I'm getting careless I don't care to sit
Shaved torsos in the fridge like hairless pigs
I ate a cervix, it tasted pissy like asperagus
The first girl I left in a room starring stiff
At first I couldn't look, I was scared of it
Now I play house in a residency that's not mine
I stay till the arrival of bog flies

"um I'm good man"

(He signs himself the beast. Mark of the beast, 666.  ?? ??)














The tabs on earth mean my tongue's berkley
I'm fucked up like the Kentucky Dust Derby
Lose lunch throwing up cut turkey
I'm a stuck turn key, serve me
Let's get this 8ball rolling like XOD's on rust gernies
Make suicides cirlces 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 rolled
Crunching up blue stained mushrooms a month old
Last summertime I grew pork chops like mungo
Leaving rich escorts dead broke on ??
These labels are cutthroats
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 groups, with knives drew
Barrels higher 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 hyped 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 everytime.)













Yo, give it to the phenes they pipe yelping
Mics melting, in my hands like ice pellets
I write hellish
I don't even write, well it's like my hand beats blind like Helen
No pie selling
If it's psychodelic I sell it
A slight felon
I'll stab you with a kitchen knife and open your face like the visor on a knight's helmet
Nearest cats, my purple dripping eye jelly like Welch's
Headaches and wrist strain
Rocking a ripped chain
I shoot dope into my dick vein
Nod off under the bridge train
I'm in a ?? ??
After cassette sparked, I cut the heart out eat it represent art
I'm alive, like fresh tracks that look like pregnant belly stretch marks
I know I look like a freak, bummy, friends
Cats laughing like something funny said
I don't push bundles of crack, bunny eggs
I'm at my show selling acid tabs to white kids with honey dreads
Only come out when the sun is set
That's why sometimes I feel like a vampire, I think that's what Bundy said
I'll open your stomach up spilling out guts, looking like sausage links and humus spread
Under stress, an insomiac I can't fucking rest
My eyes are two black holes, that's not from puffing meth
My blunt's is wet
Chewing on mushrooms before cyphers, munching stems
I look at your human fur, I want to punch in dents
I'm done with pumping lead
Sawed off from a distance, hit your car, and only punched in dents
I'm a legend to some, one verse six months of rent

(Your majesty, this is a magic suit.  Naturally, since you are very wise and intelligent, you can see how beautiful it is. But to a fool...) [an excerpt from The Emperor's New Clothes]













"He be saying, he be doing real wicked stuff.  He does real nerd stuff.  And then the lord says to him, Cast off one's skin.  And shift wind."
"Supercoven shit man.  Jak Tripper.  Bring that shit in man."

Yo these kids made me spawn
They tried to pick my brain apart, but they say it's like a cave explored
Haven't made it back from vaca, long stays since I ate the frog
Stay indoors, taking cake from brawds
Bait the fonze
Stranglation, their face stay the yawn
Drag the wasted off
Drag their vacant corpse across the hallway into the adjacent door
By the lake they found eight or more
The audience size live, much like the spectators of Gacy's lawn
Desperate addict, killing for highs, I go crazy for
Raiding morgues, robbing vet clinics and rabies wards
They say it's always the patients fault
I told em I felt sick but they gave me more

(As life descends ?? ??, of antichrist.  Stand by the ?? tower, 18 dynamite, with tags and bags of ?? chicken and cold chips, telling their dreams of life for no money.  Money is a sin."

So I popped the last scripts, said bye to mom and paps with the last kiss
Watch the mass lift, bones and bottled ashes
The shit I'm on would make Albert Fish turn in his toppled casket
Missing models from college pagents
Found with their nostrils bashed in
Dump sites prolific like Donald Gaskins
I watch college classes
Evening with night vision goggle glasses
Let's all ride the block
I couldn't tell you what level I was on
What I did to those girls was mortifying
But you couldn't tell me that when I putting her nylons on
(On, Back on her body)
I'd jump a fire rings on carcauses piled to the hills cried the gods
Fuck writers block
What I lug is heavy than ?? china blocks
Tend to the sheep, I'll kill entire flock
Milligrams kind of subside and calm
Fillet the herd to thai food
Sell their guts hung up on wires propt
Writer's log
My mind's a swamp
With the house in the middle sinking on it's side
I only did dope cause I tried to nod
Whispers and wines won't stop
They cry for red tides to wash
Fingernail tips chipped off on kitchen tile rod
Tied to unidentified foreign body fiber bonds
The dead still tied to watch
The rush winds my clock
Bleach new remains rubbed entire bomb
If you think these are just rhymes they're not

SLOWBOY wrote:can anybody help me with the name of a song in one of his verses he says his room smell like ketemine dip sticks and inhalents ? i cant remember the name of the track

emesis?? theres a line similar 2 what u describe.

PAhiphopFAN wrote:"will the true anti-conformists, please move up?" LOL!!!

I don't remember the song, or if that is the EXACT lyrics, but that is the funniest line ever!!

"will all the real anti conformists move up in the front row and puke chunks" lol track called proud to serve. not 2 sound like a know it all or anything cuz i got a chuckle outa that one myself.

"I hope you have practiced these exercises thoroughly before embarking into this second volume.  If you intend to follow the teachings, then you must practice it daily."

Yeah
Gonzo shit
Mantis flag gill
Red type writer
Coal Cash

Yo, J23 Gonzo, most hated commie flag
Hold that metal up high like karate champs
Bomb like graph, on x, dump wet from lolli bags
Under rappers rapping like a bodybag
Sick of the lies, so I stay strapped like a polygraph
Rob you, skate off wearing a hockey mask
Smoke that lithid back, like you were Rango
I clap like your grandma, clapping to a dance show
I clap cops, till the gat is thru ammo
I pierce more holes in your face, than Captain Lou Albano
I got crack for you to handle
In word play, my whole steez on Jonah Hill before we burn weight
The verse raped, 5000 per page
On a handful of pills I get ugly, as Howard Stern's face
Live on shrooms like the smurphs, burnt brain
The hippies call me Tripper, no first name
In the studio, half in the bag with a bird brain
Dress ripped, shirt burn holes and sperm stains
Tunnels and trails, ?? with codeine
Burn a whole Z before I surf waves
Rip through the birth gate
My brain's still at tequilla worm stage









"At one part of my life I had killed people for nothing, just for somebody to look at me wrong I would kill them. Stab them, shoot them."
"What did you want them to think as they died?"
"To see my pretty face."

If I go pop it's vaginas on the stove top
I'm buggin' like Busey when the blows gone
My goons lurched out with black cones on
Bodies missing for so long the skeletons are found in the woods with cloths on
Tongue dissolving Zoloft
Just to load glocks my hand like short cross on eleven
In Rochester when the chromes pawned ?? your marks
Bones popped, blood clots back up veins and breathing holes clogged
Flow is nuts but child murder isn't close enough
I have both Olsens stuffed
Apartment, comb the bugs
Go back visit decomposed
Take the head go home comb the bugs
Hookers opened up, eviscerated from throat to cunt
First two I was throwing up
Now I don't even know how many I've unclothed and done

Things change, I went from doing drugs to doing further things
Change, I went from robbery to sexual murder
Things change, I went from doing drugs to doing further things
Change, I went from robbery to sexual murder
Things change, I went from just rapping to living nightmares
Things change, I'm on the fucking run see if I care

Bones are rolled in mud
Hitchhikers rolled in rugs, discarded
Thrown from whips into a ditch on the side of the road cut up
If she's so stuck up, I'm going bagging, I'm going back in
Tricks half alive in the passenger side, seat absent
Ropped gagged and skull matted
Hand-cuffed, 75 woolen ski mask, tan Volkswagen
I'm an old classic
If they're on the stroll and go flagging
I'll stop the chase, leave junkie hoes stone dragons
Death tolls massive
Heads in my backyard in shallow graves showing like I grow cabbage
I play house in a robe, trying to hand feed a stollen actress
Straight out of Gangeville
Before home invasions we dunk bread in blood and break gills
Upstate New York Lakesville
Seizuring on plains ill like Lil Wayne's grill
Awaken, I take eight 10's
Mixture a grey bread
Slurring like Wayne Bent
Crystal base stem
Two boxes of bullets dumped in a playpen








Mr. Marmalade, in a codeine sea of orangeade
Blue magic dope orange beige
I bring gats at K parties
Part the waves, straight from Mars
Spittin' bars of flames
I eat bars and barf on stage
I got charm, arm in a ??
My GH game is off the chain
I sniff soft, grip hawks cut off your chain
Barrel like a broom handle, dust off your frame
I feel like ex's the way they get love off my name
They all sucked off my fame
My covent clothed, no cut cloth the same
Hyped when I raised arms, like full special ed class attendents with ARs
That super grass flame sparked
My brain is about as big as grapes are
Cops get buried under state farms
Hungry, my stomach's sounding like eight R's
So sedated I'm seeing eight arms

My bio wet brain and dead cells
I rep hell, nod off red devil breath hell
Rip seal off pack, chem smell
Take ovals yellow and white egg shell
O.D. rest well
Lay back, let your man eat a thrown fist between themselves
Synthetic bags on XL
Sweat gells my flesh, codones ringing head bells
Soul so heavy it could walk my skeleton out itself
I'm bored in fact, I'm bored of rap
All of my verses border that
I want to be a bored young Jak
Setting fires and disecting the corpse of cats
Fuck verses and chorus tracks
I'm Heath Ledger right before the nap
Bong attached to my face like a snorkel mask
After my performance I leave a ?? trap

first half of busted boiler ep

'nother jak feat
https://soundcloud.com/brane333/mookhemlock-o-brane-jak

(Julio: Shit's gonna kill you, man! - The Lieutenant: What the fuck are you? A drug counsellor... or a drug dealer? If you don't deal your own product, what kind of businessman are you?) [an excerpt from Bad Lieutenant]

Anamarlay, hit captains wack in Boston
The caddy back, hookers like Ono's twin, wacking off the king
I live in Anton's trap, painted black with offerings
Keep children trapped for torturing
I bring bags along of tabs for songs to sing
Under an inverted hook cross from rings
Process human fat like animal shortening
I drive a ?? Audi
I'm in a fucking food market, drinking milk from the aisle
Big Labowsky

Hand me the bong, ink in the welches, candy with john
Cult rocking cantine and vohn
I tried suicide, I'm a mess now, paralyzed from the neck down
Belt around my neck now
Hand me the bong, ink in the welches, candy with john
Cult rocking cantine and vohn
I tried suicide, I'm a mess now

I'm the best out
Drug carrying, like Marrion buried with escorts
Dumping sket salts
Wrapped in hotel blankets skinned to the red sauce
Nixon mask, making the tecs talk
Kick down your painted black red doors
Home invasions make headstones from bedboards
My house like a mess hall
Commune his trained radicals
Black robes and red shorts
Rifles and alters
Head full of order like a dead corpse
My house parties like the morgue next door
There's cotton heads on my dead lawn
Choked by ??
Passed out on percocet whores
Give me the best raw
I'll take his head off and put it in a hat box and jet off
Reach into his chest squeeze his heart in my hands like a stress ball

Chorus








I mix lean, king cobra and toad skin
I'm home, marshmellow and toasted
I used the fire place to burn her clothes in
Disposed stiffs
I'm too far out in orbit to phone in
I'm not like the others, let me explain the whole thing
I ain't a coke king
I'm at the decomposed dumpsites and cold springs
You know where I got the hoes, no strings
I kept some gages, necklaces, bracelets and nose rings
I dance painted in blood wearing a head dress with a big black mohawk like a spread crow's wing
I'll leave your kid's mom hanging from a rope swing
Cult, throat like a 686 gulf spring
Yeah infected head, like a puss bubble, tuck snub nose
What up son yo
Look at the devil, he's alive and well crawling out of a one inch blood puddle
I'm potent as '97 Yankee Stadium, dust bundles

hook

Leave him hogtied in a swamp dead
VW bug odor, Bronx wet
If he knows too much I make him nod yes
You think this is beast mode, not yet
I haven't even begun to evolve yet
My style's just forming frog legs
My bars is creepy
Around bars the cops see me in the Hamptons
Three piece this crap quick
I get ugly like Vorhees when the mask lift
Pellets like weed seeds
Lift your bike like ET in the basket
Skies holocaustic, American flag ordament miles of coffins
Trilateral numbers filed across it
Fiery angels fall I sit
On the shores while deep thunder roll
Burning with the fires of ork lit
Caskets piled on fork lifts
Bath salts em, wired up off it








This is resin oil so my hands tarred tip stick
Type writer key surfaces pending and squiding
Paper with fingertip paint
Residues blotches black rashes kissing
Smudges of smog brown
Cooler mug, bottom ringless, black cherry
Polluted plow head with butter ?? ??
Clogged, sewer lid lifting
No leaflets riffing
No prescriptions
Ousy gathering, I'm feeding like ?? lipless
Seagle shit green silted
Resination bliss, sun catching beans
We're settling rubber tux and missits
Sidual vapors, skull aches, residue fuel
Hands on labor
I camel cash a rollie
Utensils beat and boney
My hands smells like plastic fork in a frying pan on low heat
Stoney, left over chard chunks, canabanoid, canabal, lonely
Paraphanelia chef, greasy stove sheet
Ghetto rig, coughing phlem, rosey
Tricombs burn bubbling tar pit in a bowl piece
Canferous mud muk and buzz
Swamp around my boat leaks
Accumulate hydrocarbon secreation
Breathing black sooted amber pieces
After effect caniferous chemical varnishes and adhesives
High off biproducts resin ball barfing
Fingers darken, tar ash and carbons
Codings, one grease ball hit
Loathing in front of the couch parking
Head garbage
Lead barbell legs, lard filled sledge, I'm yarded
Yard and back porch, parted plant party
Willie Nelson eye bag insomia
Hardly rich, got the Bahama shirt on
We got the Vegas head

Yo one, two
(hello class)
Turn that shit up man, I'm trying to get uh
(We shall be going thru biology and world's ??)
Yo, architecture, Ocopone
Put your thinking caps on, with the wizard moon hat
Star custard herd

[this is terrible....]

Yes
Listen I crystallise project, astral spin eclipted
Blue finding pine barrons
Mountain ranges, behind sun rays emitted
Tips of snowcaps, capsule metaphysic
Practitian
Bachelor inhelistics
Polarity magician
Collapse the mother goddess from in it
Spirit unfoldment
Like going and experience death
And walking the hallway back thru the other side unrothed and glowing
Heat spell cold chills
Stone old trolls wilt
Troll gills, the shit is ear candling with feathers from crow quils
Minister, pen dragon
Baptized and ordained in a psycedelic stream next to the old mill
I'll show you what a sick macove artist is, with bars and spit
I'm fucked up, I'll bring your high down like knife scars on kids
Fuck bars I got planks and steel beams they support apartments with
Spark this clip, rocker
I'm off my shit
Yo I'll blow off his wig
And throw him off a building like rolling stone off a cliffs
I'll off you quick, you'll be missing, thrown off in shit
I'll spark this wet, every punch a chest shot
With a pump and a barrel like a keg top
He ain't feeling this, I'ma slit his throat half way so his head nod
Point blank, two thru the temple like wedlock
Splatter his brain to eggnog
I'll rape your dope and squeeze, and squeeze the life out of her neck with a dress sock
Reds popped, unstripping screws, I'm a different dude
Fuck rap, the world, myself, god and religion too
Myself god, wait, myself god, I'm a god
What the fuck's religion do






This a new acid sitcom
Far out, psychedelic like wigwam
I get ugly like terminal cancer with the wig on
I'm stranded on witchlock
I'll snatch kids and feed them to pigs like Rick Top
I grip glocks and pull the gloves over the wrist watch
In a caddy, I'm smoking PF80 with Rick Ross
And listen, for animals this shit is farm food
Drugs I heart you
I lost my fucking yarbles
I visit dumpsites on E, just to see what the hearts do
Can't fuck with molly, we argue
I clap hands and fly ??
Jak Tripper, I'm in the house like suicide by car fumes
I'm in a fake cast for spanish fly by a bar stool
Girls how smart are you
After the head comes off
We can conversate but you'll get in the car too
I'll snatch up discard youth
I'm behind a dead body in my house alone, making the arms move

(why don't you drink up Jak, you're falling behind)
(Jak you don't look so good, maybe we should get out)

I'll open your face with the razor they use to cut carpets up
I missed the show, I was out stalking stars at clubs
Broken pill parts and crumbs
Behind bars like orange jumps
Under the stairs my arms with plugs
Once I'm escorted by my arms in cuffs
It's like I start forming blood
Sex centers need to cart in drugs
I haven't left my apartment once
Cause I'm already dead inside like Charles Crum
When I park the car they're done
Cut em apart to crumbs
In my kitchen and use the garage to dump
Black plastic, black blood splashes
Working hard parts in trunks
More garcon drugs







Spit, you smoke, I spit
You get high, I spit
I get high, you listen
Smoke, I spit
I smoke and I spit
You smoke you listen
Yo

Your raps are creampuff
Come to a rapping show to get beat up
Banging on street thugs
Find me with an O.D.'ed slut
Behind a dumpster feeding her E's crushed
I'm on my deathbed heading towards that light
Like Huxley after shooting LSD up
My spine got holes in it like a sea sponge
Purple permanthesine steam pump
M-16 tongue
Nostrils like two smoking machine guns
I lean on that medicine fuel the trip and creep up
Lighting weed up, I'm a cheap scrub
I got that swag of a beach bum
Taking head shots til I pee blood out of my peanut
Flossed like I'm Elvis during a speed rush
I keep the fiends up
Next to a dead cheerleader on the couch putting my feet up
I build from the sky like hand of god, so it seemed, seemed up
So it seemed, seemed up
The hand of god, so it seemed, seemed up

You smoke, I smoke, you listen
You smoke, I spit, you listen









[Jak Tripper]

I'm like stump removal when they light the stem
My writing pen can't show 100 cc's vicodin handful
Mac 9 president mask, snatching stack shines off of them bengals
Acid trips in the sticks, I'm outty
Labowsky, stoned in some sandles
I recruit youths from the outreach toss em all handles
You ain't about heat, you ground meat
Spit them rhymes off or get mangled
I see the Lincoln and the Crown V's, hawk and the vandals
It's either I take him off the mantle
Or end up a corpse, arms crossed in a FEMA coffin
Wrapped in cloths over flag poles
I die for the cult, young priest with the healing hand
Feel this man, I smell veal, my work make meals of man
Ski walkers feel the wrath
Bloated on lake bottoms, slithering
Sliding around down there, with the eels and crabs
Home invasions easy
We shoot it up, creep in, quiet as seeping gas
Leave after squeezing cans
The only fucking thing moving inside of your house was the ceiling fans

[Boxguts]

Thought that ?? was pretty before I left a ?? ??
Even boned your moms holes with no trojan on
Holding strong, floating over blowing ??
Potent ??, leave your asses all glowing orange
That's a UV ray rap spray
Giving bad tans that's just supposed to flaunt
Hands down our team's got the dopest jaunts
Flows they going hard cause them joints is so ??
Get on point yo, come on go and load up that bong
Our scroll's coals melt your souls til there's no ghost to haunt
Old spirits in limbo better look to move along
Or get your angelcake crab faces broke batons
Go and play that reggae tone
Oh my bad I forgot this was the jump off, waiting on toads and frogs
Faded up in the smoke and fog
Cottontail paperchase, pay for glaze, who gave your girl the punch
And bitches say your hoe's always with the closest johns
She can't even claim slampig just a swollen hog
In fact if I pull an Oscar Meyer out of the ice box
She getting her face fucked right now by a frozen dog
Sever hands at the shoulders and rock em coat of arms
Codes are harm, drove in a cloak of hemoglobin coat of yarn
Yelling pass that pig skin son, I'm going long
I don't know about ape shit but I've been told we're going Kong

[C-Plex]

Yo I box him out, World Star him
Couple of kicks to the brain, World Star him
Shifting his brain so he never thinks
Time pass in his mind as he blinks
Plex, yes, J23 move shit
I do this, tracks solo abuse shit
Welcome to the abyss
Your mind's are fucked up
That type of crazy that don't exist
Plex wants to punch a bitch
Make it public, number one on your youtube list
??, testing this fuck you
My attitude don't bitch about shit
I do drugs not to escape
I keep it real, too real, especially when I trip face
Trap house pothead, yeah I dumbed out
[speaking spanish]
We don't pop bottles
[speaking spanish]
I'm tweaking, but control when I'm speaking
Drinking 151 for the evening
Hit the block, ?? when I be creeping
Money to be made, I'll sleep when I'm dead
Until then I'ma stay awake
Son I don't play
Time waits for no man
Until then I'll live life like a slow jam








"Heal this man.  Heal this sinner.  Forgive him for his transgressions, as you have forgiven me for mine."

Coming out a k-hole, I raid homes
Pull the mule out, spray off cans
Go in your crib, I'll stove in your ribs
Go for the kids face down, ??
I rape both, deceased, crush thru the yeast, mayo jam
Come to the show in a winnebago, from the Waco ranch
In my skies rainbow slant
Acid heads keep the raincoat stand
If I may go, the head Madonna
The head I take home, to braid gold strands
One hotel, two groupies
Lace bones, I train both scads
I'm the red devil who bathed where the angels swam
Dissolvo, hands clamped
Shut a lamp off, limp of the damn cloth
Put a body in the attic, like Heather Grahams corpse
Roll the black moss
My whole covevant branch off
AK's, glocks, nitrous balloons, goons with mops
Like a shag dog, in trench coats
Getting crack soft, all with a strapped charge
Arms and feet veins infected with track marks

No I'm not gonna go
?????, feeds my palm of coke
This is the gospel on dope
John Phillips drop at the show
I'm gone with the pope

Funeral home rap shit
Dissolve holy water and crushed opioid fragments
Hold down the cabin with automatics
Rice sacks, anarchy flags and flackjackets
Send half lizard suits and cabinets
Fertilizer bombs with the care passion
???, take down the alpha and bare back it
Fuck a scare tactic
I'll stab your face another air passage
This 30 magmum will clear the air static
Point blank to your forehead and leave your hair ashes
Trench coat, and spare ratchets
Hit hoes, never off bare ass it
But in my wonderland the hair's fastest







Go phoenix in the club...

I grip those beads
Clip hoes for zip rows
Stick blow queens
Stiffs blow, strip clothes clean
Clips and zeens
Wig split, cig split his bean
Sick split, as celebrity window tints caps
Wiz thru limosines
Room service, strip the house
In and out, bull dog sit him down
Muzzle in his mouth
Sawed off spillers in his house
Spin him, Use the AK's to pin him down
Smoke screen, oil spitting one minute rounds
I go phoenix in the club
I'm Bundy in a carnigan with glowsticks selling E
Feed them to the sluts
I'm a hot boy under strobe lights
Like the BGs, like BG with needles in the cup
Body found, leaning in the truck
Looking like ?? peoples on the run
Wreaking for a month

Go phoenix in the club...

This is for those who take drugs and aim guns
Let's all decease remorse with a laced blunt
Put the California dreaming to the taste buds
I break chunks of perk 30s
Mix it into the electric grape punch
Sip in styrofoam, bright purple, backstage
Oxy line, come out freezer fresh, relax strange
I'm on reds, my piss 600 horses on bat caves
Burner strap, burner kicked back, made me moonwalk that way
It'd be crazy if I blew your head off your shoulders but your hat stayed
My strap aimed, at these dope boys flagging they stache cain
Mac bang, and wet his body like axe spray

Go phoenix in the club...

Thanks for taking the time to post these!

[Jak Tripper]

About to go in, goat chin
Black cone, low brim
A thousand yard stare, no grin
Cult shit, hooded culprit, occultist
Hold the beam to your dome, boat it
Retract hair, astral dome it
I dumb out like Polish
Yo my block covered in more snow then Poland
What's a goon to a goblin
When I be getting oagrish
My bars heavy juicing like Canseco '84 Oakland
I make art from your whole skin
More bars than Folsom, wicked
Holding that barrel kicking
Heavy black steel, looking like a witches cauldron
I welcome all rappers that rep sickness and got death wishes
I'll cut your skin off and hang it outside like wet linen
I work with lines like electrician
I body rounds, take anybody out 10 minutes
His body found, head's missing

[Branestorm]

"ahh your mother's guts"
Litiratures doors lead to forbidden halls were walls bleed hittin records like leak and morfen Horrorgore creaky floor beam. Golums scorn, In solitude spray membranes threw dollar tubes and send vains motivation to follow threw on the latest head game. Better luck on the next take Trample thought , I rep wit ampige more advanced then thor's, Pale face fork tounge, I wale bass and scorch drums on a racid corse, tighter then orch hugs, on more drugs then Whitney the night that she saw light, at the end of the tub

[Jak Tripper]

Fuck the coin flipping, I'm flipping out
More firearms than a burning octopus, gripping pounds
You a body bag, no matter what rap shit you spitting out
To me you look like a walking casket with legs sticking out

[Branestorm]

Jump guns on one lung, the budgets none, Got hard dick and bubble gum, you twiddle thumbs, Wraps a shuttle to the middle of the sun, You're catching jitterbugs, wouldn't wish you a bit of luck, Hope your bitter with a grudge, I'll drain every bit of blood

[Jak Tripper]

I write, I trip hard, eat peyote cactus and feel it
Spit toad poison back, and use a sense of muscle reacts you can hear it
You'll get bashed into sheil skin
The shotgun may knock me back when I peel it
But it'll but his fucking back thru the ceiling
Jak, this is real shit
If I'm trashed this kids is real shit, no actual real shit

[Branestorm]

Call you out like " yeah nigga what " Fuck you, it's all the same, I want to destroy your sweater, so I'll hold the string as you walk away, I'm over beats, under rain , Out my mind, Side-by-side with The devil in his hey day, With a blood red Suit and a gray cape Ejecting a platinum tape from the cassette deck in his chest plate , its arson !

(Oscar: What does it look like I'm doing Bob? - Bob: Well it looks like you're, well making a mess. - Oscar: I'm getting ready to sing my song, so I'm throwing out all my trash on to the sidewalk. Isn't it beautiful? - Bob: Well I wouldn't say it's exactly beautiful.) [an excerpt from I Love Trash by Oscar The Grouch]

ahh good catch!

im working on mudwork now, any requests which ep I get next?

satanic alliance wrote:im working on mudwork now, any requests which ep I get next?

It's not an EP but could you do Perverse suffering? I'm really curious about the exact lyrics of that song.

been busy as fuck..got thru half of mudwork last week ill update the rest in the future.....also my paypal account is fucked and I can't purchase anything. Anyone buy the new release from jak yet that could hook me up a download? Thanks

my next two will be his last 2 releases....if I ever get to them

"Jak..."
"We'll present our lesson today.  Let me greet you and welcome you to our class.  And I hope that you'll be a good pulpil."
"Jak..."
"Oh Jak please be careful...."

"Now if you will open your book, we will begin to read the story."








"Look at me Damien, it's all for you" [quote from The Omen]

Yeah ?? Quebec
Beatahoe man, he's out in the woods making tracks
I make tracks too
Give em tracks

Aiyo
I get ugly, this for the real heads
I look like some weird head
Stalking LA like Ramirez
Seeing ghosts of merks walking out in the field dead
I'm keeping the veil fed
I peel gels back, I'm eating the clear reds
If you trip like me, I look like monsterous quadraped with slithering eel dreads
Hello, hi, hey
I'm suffocating your life's flame
Crawling in my own feces like GG on a hype stage
I'm from the gutters of NY State
I'm not signed but run a cult under packed churches of light flames
Let me start off by saying I'm high, wait
I'm fly as a ?? jet sideways
I only killed one girl ending a blind date
But got scared and jumped back off of the body when it lied faint
In my bare hands I can remember feeling the nerves in her neck vibrate
Bite marks of a primate
I'm dope like that white H
My outlook is sunny as Seattle's suicide rate
Rowboat a codine ocean, I'm sippin' that bright grape
I spit like a mad mathmatician secluded in the high cave
Snatched the undergrad a grandaughter
Held down scared once I put the bag on her
My face must look blurry like starring out from under bath water
Witch craft alter
Craft salt her
I stalk chicks and flench the fucking flesh and the drag off her
Fish scale in the Buick
Careful brunettes, these different two sets
Box of tools kept, inside of the toolshed
My tongue muscle work plow like a oxel mule led








"I can sit in my house just piling all the narcotics into my body that I possibly can.  Mainly ketamine, nitrous oxide, PCP, cocaine, haha you know.  And I just get all kinds of results." [Steve-O]

Fans pissed, I'm the rap Bobby Liebling, no show
Punch mainlines, shooting that oaka dope like Joey CoCo
I'm ogopogo, in a San Walton hyper market looking awkward waiting to pick up disposable cam photos
Not doing too good on my own though
My career like Jermaine Jackson after he went solo
2-0-0-0 peyote on stage
Lizard king at whiskey a go-go, fumbling codones
So much mescaline in my mouth look like I'm eating a snowcone
Roasting Moroccan gold
Blood of Sinatra, savant moron, rock your dome
Fuck the machine like Ed Harris
That's why I got the chrome
Not to pop for show
Safe you are not, you are not alone
Gnarcs knock, pop talks and flanks swat at homes
So we swamp narcons and odes
Staying under radar and over satellites with blocking codes

[Hook - 2x]
Fuck this ethosphere I got a journal I wrote on gin
Gary Coleman grin, Charlie Sheen bars, I'm too old for this
I'm anti-earth, everything's boring, I'm too stoned for this
I'm actually happy when they hate, I'm over it

Grimy as a coal worker, smoke Park Davis till miners lung
Lucille diamonds, I'm flying up
Seen that body of Christ with head of a lion, dried in clutch
In the kitchen I got Jesse Camp frying up, violent flush
Trails of latesism, tiles front
Next bolts of nitrous plugs
I'm my last pill, vile done
I'm about to crash like Ryan Dunn
In Mount Harmal I burn 76 like Waco
Narcotics scapegoat, through my black cancerous vein holes
Right winger, hysteria got me shooting neighbors through my left of a lake home
Pushing cakes old, stay low, til J23 got lysergic lawn chairs on Turks and ??
I dumb out, kick shit like Kado
Smoke DMT on Coney Island by the boardwalk end up in a crane post
Me and Box, Cubensis, rainforest drugs
Crushing up opiate pulperies in the clay bowl






By now if I'm not seeing rap blue
After this track I'll shoot myself in the chest like tattoo
Fuck a rap group
I came with so many drugs it looks like I'm wearing a fat suit
I spit fire, and burn rappers to ash statues
I'll beat your face in, I'll Billy Bat you
I flow so much, my jawline got a busted axel
?? from glass tubes
I blow dirt in your face, reverse vacuum
Flash back, no grad school
Bad pupil, bashful, I'm closing a cats wound
On my street, knives defend castles
Pull lines from black poles
You'll get fished out and gutted
I brought lines and tackle
I don't care I'm an asshole
I'll run and star kick you in the chest with both feet
Pulling both me and you in the back row
This beat got computer intelligence like macro
Catch me upstate hat low

Devilish, heretic, gremlin
African spitting cobra, venemous
Dipping cigs in ketamine
Rip the cig, rest the end of it on his brim
Spread his wig
Disrespect my shit
I'm shooting up wherever the school, church, reverand or wedding is
Don't want to spoil the end of this
But they'll be wheeling out bodybags as big as Webster is
I "Glide" rockets from trailblazers since '95 like Drexler did
Blade runner, I go around hunting Nexus 6
Cloned biters and replicants
Who want to see this motherfucker beheaded say I
(I) I second it
Dissecting kids, til I'm standing mid-section deep in mid-sections and intestines shit
Codeine stain that soda green with percocets in it
Puffing vanilla skins, Jak's skeleton
With the 8-70 remington
This that cult shit
Jak Tripper, American terrorist
Wretched brids
Tighter than rope fettishes
Choke feminist
I'll close both melons in
I just killed your girl don't mention it






"Let's get it together"

Beatahoe
Tripper shit man

I'm smoking that Rick Simpson
With OJ crib mix leather glove sinks
My bible black like King Crimson
I'm shit kicking, like cow folk boots
Shin deep in pig shit
Morrocan hash bars, spittin
I flip names, like sign in sheets for jail visits
I'm around cults, like I work with missions
Not really working pimp
A serial killer, I snatch working women
While the sherm was dripping
You'd think I was Jeff Smith, the way I work the kitchen
I'm submerged and tripping
From herbs to liquids, I eat where the smurfs was living
Bring that brick of dope home, the base like Persian shipments
The verse admitted like script spent session
After I was first committed
Cursed and wicked
When I was born all I seen was bars like my mother gave birth in prison

I'm where the hood isn't
I move where I can stash guns under dirt and grow kush with it
78 barrel pump with the wood finish
I'm in the hood fishing, harassing hood bitches
When I hit that green shit dipped in wood finish
You end up in the woods digged in
Under cainines in the woods ditch
You scream you push pidgeons
I push wigs in
Like cereal box lids
Pinching the mid leaves
Off that good lifted
Show up with empty coat rack bars, no hooks in it
My punchlines got combinations with one knock out hook in it
I'm surrounded by heat like habachi grills, watch me cooking
I'll hit him on Christmas with his kids
Sparks light up the interior like we taking pictures in his whip

"Hello. Hello, anyone down there?"