Dark Plug, Jus Allah, Jakprogresso - Volcanic Magicians lyrics
[Dark Plug, Jus Allah, Jakprogresso - Volcanic Magicians lyrics]
We dredged and lit, out the mud
And dredged in it when a sentence hit
It's like mainlining adrenaline
When Christ with devil horns came to me
I was faded on drugs from A to Z
I was up in the studio
Couldn't spit or make a beat
Mom screaming from downstairs: "I can't
Believe you came from me" ataline
I'm crawling out the whip like
The Wolf Of Wall Street, quaalude scene
Spitting a bundle dopes out, in a bungalow
Tongue is, juggling jugs of gold base
Cutting both veins in Juggalo paint
'92 gel tabs, under slit's in the Reebok
Rollin' brick weed at a Enoch, I eat blocks
I got smoked like a weed spot
I'm like Christopher Reeves
The way I punch holes in walls
And eat the sheet rock
"The master of darkness welcomes you
Dead man ha ha! Haaa!"
Police coming
They said that they had seen somethin'
Near the bloodshed
Seemingly it could mean nothin'
Brief discussion, I cut in
You mean the bloodshed
Or instead the shed that I keep blood in?
Since I been in state
Murder rate has begun to spike
Open cases, no information
There's none alike
No premeditation of thought
'cause murder is an art
I never know when inspiration
Is going to strike they're investigating
Making it hard elevating
But, I'm patient with
Speculations or accelerating
I told 'em I'm sorry
I should've gone to the search party
But it was too early to start celebrating
My whereabouts are hidden
'cause I could die in a cell or I
Could live underneath a cloud of suspicion
I murder often without intervention
I take precaution
The cost of a pound of cure
Is an ounce of prevention
And dredged in it when a sentence hit
It's like mainlining adrenaline
When Christ with devil horns came to me
I was faded on drugs from A to Z
I was up in the studio
Couldn't spit or make a beat
Mom screaming from downstairs: "I can't
Believe you came from me" ataline
I'm crawling out the whip like
The Wolf Of Wall Street, quaalude scene
Spitting a bundle dopes out, in a bungalow
Tongue is, juggling jugs of gold base
Cutting both veins in Juggalo paint
'92 gel tabs, under slit's in the Reebok
Rollin' brick weed at a Enoch, I eat blocks
I got smoked like a weed spot
I'm like Christopher Reeves
The way I punch holes in walls
And eat the sheet rock
"The master of darkness welcomes you
Dead man ha ha! Haaa!"
Police coming
They said that they had seen somethin'
Near the bloodshed
Seemingly it could mean nothin'
Brief discussion, I cut in
You mean the bloodshed
Or instead the shed that I keep blood in?
Since I been in state
Murder rate has begun to spike
Open cases, no information
There's none alike
No premeditation of thought
'cause murder is an art
I never know when inspiration
Is going to strike they're investigating
Making it hard elevating
But, I'm patient with
Speculations or accelerating
I told 'em I'm sorry
I should've gone to the search party
But it was too early to start celebrating
My whereabouts are hidden
'cause I could die in a cell or I
Could live underneath a cloud of suspicion
I murder often without intervention
I take precaution
The cost of a pound of cure
Is an ounce of prevention