Released on September 14, 2015

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[Jak Tripper]

I'm Crispin Glover with rodents hung in his space bag

Remember, I'm Theodore Bundy leaning on that rape van

Getting numbers in a fake cast

Selling killer buzzes to the teenage wasteland

Veins clasp, serial numbers losing their weight class

It's just a scene, we're all spinning machines and drug dreams by Maytag

We write burden rum journals of the modern insane man

Our rotted fallopian typewriters feed perversion and bang flags

Strange gangland, my rebel's Indian Parliaments playing hangman

Beige grants, we fire barrels like the homeless under bridges out in Graceland

Eight cyborg like 8 Man or Eighth Man

J23 lives on a fishing vessel off a burning mainland

Rigging algae for the bait cast

Rich rappers stay gassed

Sick rappers stay mad


[Hook - LoDeck]

I kill them all with this

They come and go endless

Infuse my all in this

Can't deny my inventiveness

Oh shit, so sick, so sick, oh shit


[LoDeck]

Step into this, what you call business

Convict kindergarten

Infrequent mic visits daring me to handle this

Holy scam like evangelist

Cum-verting 72 virgins

Such a terrorist, please no cameras

I wrote this misquoted paragraph when telegrams were still buzzing

Getting head and Belvedere, my cock playing stunt husband

I held it in 'til I thought Evelyn Lin

Add another sin

The phantom chimes in, ominous organ notes I shine like J.P. Morgan's vaults

Amongst the dull and comatose

Still kicking, blowing powder off wigs

I blow minds like Lincoln

Free thinking, free range chicken breast licking

Shit's complex like repressed strippers

I splash the money shot and write advice for the little tippers

Transform the G-spot under a sycamore

Do you remember?

Fuck a thrift shop, I'll spend my last 20 at a liquor store

Then wake up groggy in a new Bugatti

Tapping on some politician's whore

Dude, I'm so Illuminati

Lifting the curtain to a Devil's orgy

I'm sure Picasso saw the exact same

Knee deep in slime, can you make out my name?

Bitches make out at this party rocking Beliebers to the door of death

Your battery's spent, go next

I pass like Ervin

Fuck your head up worse than Jordan in a Laker jersey

I'm rarely heard like secret service thru the walkie-talkie

When it all hits, intense bliss

Asking who the fuck is this

During your very first kiss, inventiveness


[Hook]