Coal, Jak Tripper - Dioxide

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I’m at the Owl
About to throw in the towel like dryer bins
Limbs I hide 'em in barrels
Stiff disemboweled, remove your bowels
Smelling like moving bowels
VW Beetle on the prowl, Theodore Cowell
Rape kit, acidic mouthful
Puffing that foul
Escape mental health council
Murder a whole house then stay with the bodies in the household
Barrel in a feds mouth like a snorkel
Back from a Dead Show
Bracelet still on like I support troops
Lock horns I’ll torch you
I’m spaced out like alien abductee support groups
Intense like Pakis and pipe bombs packed deep in airport rooms
Blak Church no hardcore group
Sign me I’m worth 4−2
So I can push Bundy’s whip like Korn do
(Was sitting a seven foot tall alien grey. The stench was worse then the worst
garbage can you can imagine. The the person was ab. entity was absolutely
horrible, I didn’t waste any time I reached for my pistol, at that time I was
an engineer, I didn’t have time to carry all the folderol of one of these big
sub machine guns, that all the Sea Spray and the Yellow Fruit.)
You’re smart to fear it, drinking spirits til my liver explodes
Decompose you wither while I’m pissing out a river of souls
I grow bitter so I spit a cloud of killer bees
Emcees get disemboweled, bug out filling mouths with millipedes
Gorilla steez with chimpanzees going ape shit
Quick as my pimp hand bleeds mother nature shaking platelets
We take trips on spaceships raping martian cunt
Pillage with Spartans, arson the village like I’m sparking blunts
Carving out lunch bloody chunks of cerebral gore
I tour through your people like Dessert Eagles in Medieval war
I more lethal than thinking measles when it’s smallpox
I rock the upheaval the reason people keep their doors locked
Sawed off the top of your melon, dug through your cerebellum
You’re yelling while being chewed, feeding this brain food to felons
We’re dwelling in the basement kept adjacent to torture rooms
Liquify your corpse yo why do you think I brought the spoons
We walk the moon looking like Creatures from the Black Lagoon
Feeding on human snacks strapped to our backs in burlap cocoons
Contract the lunacy I’m a tribune with impunity
Inhumanly hungry consuming countries and communities
No immunity for epidemics that we orchestrate
The hate that we foster would make authors want to pull off their face
With straight torture any pauper who thinks they offer more
We bore through causalities with battle sprees that never lost a war
(He kept saying I have lots to tell you, I only scratched about one percent of
it. He said I want to put it all on record. «Yeah it’s too bad we don’t have
that.» It’s too bad we never got to it. «Yeah.»)