Jakprogresso - 6 Headed Goat at the Summit (Six Headed God at the Summit) lyrics
[Jakprogresso - 6 Headed Goat at the Summit Six Headed God at the Summit lyrics]
- The structure of law
And order has collapsed
I'm one Gas Giant with 30 moon clips
You can't shun me (Nah)
You don't want none of this God
I'm Jesus sunbeams
Garage scummy, the new punch scene
Gotta mean gummies
The tween ranks like Cuddy
You steal my ideas, I'mma just get better
(Word) i burn through more like bows
Than a mat bender
Plastic on my furniture like a bedwetter
You inside I'll be outside with
The creeps like Fred Decker
Nasty as a $2 snatch, my sabbath for hеad
Splatter Rorschach pattern effеct
On Alice's dress pink puncher
Pen and fist tangled in jaw tissue
Of rap I'mma throw a blind punch
So hard I fought with you (Ha ha ha)
I'll have my axe spit shovel, saw sickle
Jak smokin' a giant green stork
Pistols among piss pools
Vinegar morse and sauce spiddle
High eye squintin' like Peter Fork
From off the morse spricels (Word)
It's for lost souls and wrist rap
It's not Horrorcore trap but this that
It's bad acid trip rap (Word)
I don't have a rap name, that shit's wack
They call me Pentathol Trick Dad
They only cop shit witcho tongue dipped back
Furniture flow, run in the house (What?)
I'm not dumbin' shit down (wow) , jump me
I'll spit my own blood in one of your mouths!
- Oh he is, a sort of wiz
Right in the middle of his, he's got a chair
That he rolls around in, with his throne on
It, his space platform, his flying saucer
A little big wheel on the black grace and the
Little one runs by the faith of God
And order has collapsed
I'm one Gas Giant with 30 moon clips
You can't shun me (Nah)
You don't want none of this God
I'm Jesus sunbeams
Garage scummy, the new punch scene
Gotta mean gummies
The tween ranks like Cuddy
You steal my ideas, I'mma just get better
(Word) i burn through more like bows
Than a mat bender
Plastic on my furniture like a bedwetter
You inside I'll be outside with
The creeps like Fred Decker
Nasty as a $2 snatch, my sabbath for hеad
Splatter Rorschach pattern effеct
On Alice's dress pink puncher
Pen and fist tangled in jaw tissue
Of rap I'mma throw a blind punch
So hard I fought with you (Ha ha ha)
I'll have my axe spit shovel, saw sickle
Jak smokin' a giant green stork
Pistols among piss pools
Vinegar morse and sauce spiddle
High eye squintin' like Peter Fork
From off the morse spricels (Word)
It's for lost souls and wrist rap
It's not Horrorcore trap but this that
It's bad acid trip rap (Word)
I don't have a rap name, that shit's wack
They call me Pentathol Trick Dad
They only cop shit witcho tongue dipped back
Furniture flow, run in the house (What?)
I'm not dumbin' shit down (wow) , jump me
I'll spit my own blood in one of your mouths!
- Oh he is, a sort of wiz
Right in the middle of his, he's got a chair
That he rolls around in, with his throne on
It, his space platform, his flying saucer
A little big wheel on the black grace and the
Little one runs by the faith of God