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[Verse 1: Jak Tripper] Happy music Yo, I'm on horror like Lovecraft and Dunwich Spaced out like Duddits Lacin' blunts at the commune dusted Abuse of prescription pills wrenchin' my stomach Agoraphobic stuck in my house like Walter Hudson Dump paint buckets, slumped over, huffin' Eyes sunken like two black holes are punched in I don't rock Converse 'cause I'm an Emo punk, I'm fuckin' Grunge, bitch Grunge is dead Pull out my Devil worship and suck it Fuckin' USA Supercoven I pig vomit Stuffed in sheep guts like haggis Horseback and donkey dung buzzing [Verse 2: Gore Elohim] The 50 Cal. muzzle loader watch you slumped over We cut vulvas, ceremonies, exotic sofas Weekends, we on speedboats I'm in the hood, caked up, girls' hair cover my fuckin' peacoat Lysergic weed smoke We worship Satan and C-notes Tex Watson, 60 embedded coke primo Expectant mothers always need tokes, from Buick Regals Luminous evil, I sell bad dope to good people Black Impiety Goats line the cathedral Rap ecologist, anthology pure evil than Regal Beagle Demented retribution, Jak Tripper, rock the Desi It take a part of your face off like drunk Chevies I never had a license, legally it ain't a felon Crush the elderly under tires, they're fuckin' watermelons [Verse 3: Jak Tripper] Hahahaha Everybody grab a head on a stick, let's build a shrine I kill kids with Wayne Williams asphyxiation stimuli College is missin' five Passenger seat missin' fit for dimes Picked up nine Dumped, in a pit defined We visited different sites Sticks and leaves lifted, dig up hides Intercourse forbidden he thought, moving the earwigs aside Did it swattin' flies in a van, sippin' Codeine-smokin', drip sniffin' white Bundles of black sherm Kill the youth from TV range, gut all the trackers I clip zealots and hit the communes soaking spice and muscle relaxers [Verse 4: Gore Elohim] It's the Pagan with shady traits The killer with Amazing Grace I have to return some videotapes, it closes at eight Manson wig, beard slicked back Caked blood on my teeth Old Cherokee with the ski rack Raquel Welch clones, tickle grundles for G packs Home invasions, I rock a three-piece suit My dick gets hard for blood bubbles and brain stew The taste of cadavers, is similar to fondue Peter Fonda meets Fenriz, homie, that's Gore too Prefer my violence vivid, my victims are timid Even Taylor Momsen's standing up for Kathie Lee Gifford Farragut bathtubs, bringin' your body to Bed-Stuy I'm in the jungle, lookin' for death like Left Eye Hit your family for ten-five Henny shots, Suzuki sidekicks watchin' Disorderlies Throwin' bitches on Symbians Fuckin' Yiddish mommies and Portuguese They call me Plague Boss You'll die in shame like the son of Madoff Liquify your face off like chicken fried steak sauce I lost faith in God so I walk the left path Christ is shit, get cash from pregnant fiends who sniff glass [Outro] Hehe