[Hook: Jack Jetson] x2

Spit hot shit while the clock ticks

Rock shit like hot chicks in mosh pits

I lost it, psychotic diagnostics

The doors of perception, I'm the locksmith

[Verse 1: Jack Jetson]

Yo, yo, yo

The dopamine smoke machine

Toking potent green, growing like aubergine

Slow motion scene, playing on repeat

A choice between my dreams or staying on the street

Chase the cat and mouse through the acid house

Cleared the attic out, took the whole stash and bounced

Empty bank account, vast amount of cheese

Rowdy for the bees, run up and snatch your housers keys

Faster than Audi S, "freeze"

Then we back chillin'

Sack billing, kickin' back when the tracks spinning

We heavy like fat women

Jack, villain in the makin'

Leather faced mask when I'm killin' in a apron

It's a sticky situation

Mind can get tortured 'till they give me information

Similar to satan, that's the victims I've been taking

Leave 'em dripping in the basement

So you can't really ask 'em, they're just heartless attractions

Fuck the youts let the darkness detach 'em

Sharpness can slash 'em, leave a carcass in fractions

We wage war on your armies and factions

Running out your front door wit' your car keys and cashments

And Jack rap hardest

Fuck your wack garbage

My raps bombing up the tracks like a graph artist

Attack targets

Happens if you've got an issue on some ninja shit

Spin and kick at you like Yoshimitsu

Flow cold, write my lyrics in some frosty igloo

Watch a monster pit rip apart a poxy shih tzu

Johnny contradiction, penning horror fiction

Fuck the rotten system, gunning for the opposition

Coming for the competition

You know it's gully, I ain't fucking got a pot to piss in

But got some pot to piff on

Sometimes this world is a planet I don't want to live on

So I grab the blue kings, blue cheese and roll a big one

[Hook] x2