"Man I thought we was all capitalists. Free enterprise, ya dig?"

[Jak Tripper]

Yeah, hey, yo, ah, about to dump one off in this receptacle. We up at the church. Psychedelic furs. Me and Box, we dump 'em off, dump.. dump 'em off in receptacles

Yo (Man)

Fuck all these thugs and super writers

Come witness Christ's birth

I pick up hitchhikers

Strangle them to death just to get pumped before cyphers

Slayer in a snake pit surrounded by vipers

I come out with a reptile tongue I collected on a necklace made from barbwire

I'll die the truth like Phil Schneider

You're all liars

Up close with a Mossberg, set both of our clothes on fire

I'm sick, certified ??

Pills in my hand looking like Mike & Ike's

I'm seeing chaplets and white stars

Crush white parts

My pocket full of rubber like digging sites are

I'm weirder than my rhymes are

Lizard face the dome make your eyes part

Dark side like Mars

I was fetused in a formaldehyde jar

When I'm in circles I strike hard

These emcees are like frightened seal colonies on the rocks

I'm a circling great white shark

I literally cannibalize opponents spines

Fuck the fine arts

[Boxguts]

Keep flowin with no brakes, kid

Modes change quick

Deep oceans spraying when we soak your stage it's sick

Abyssal fish tanks loaded with bangers kick

Splash like mantis shrimp breaking out of glass cages

Choking on a pack of rigid razors

Full of ass nasty flavors

Scripts slashed drinking the cold blades in

Other folks just sat there gazing

Erase wasted as your tattered spattered soul raises

My natural rap faces when spitting some deranged heat high

Looks as graceful as John Merrick doing a swine dive into a meat grinder

That's amazing

Peep, I'll hollow out your vaginas

Fat stash Box up in the guts

Boxgut's stuffing the muck

And skeet by firing nuts

Defiling muffs

Disgustingly degrade these shining cuts

I love to crush the slimy linings of