Jakprogresso - Burned Sky lyrics
[Jakprogresso - Burned Sky lyrics]
Kidnappings have occurred of military jets
People and automobiles full of people
The military is helpless and so are
The police departments of the world
I'm up in the house Dennis Rader
Steaming devils bled it's vapors
Name dropped on roll up pama (yeah)
I kill these kids, Anthony Cama
No comment, hands up blom's blood
(fuck outta here) no Samsung
Legs severed stickin' out the
Trunk of the Mazda
Still in prodders, not done
At home dead body on the couch, propped up
Skull wide-eyed in the potluck
Ligaments pop lock
Irony got brains in a storm cellar
Locks shut
Lucy diamond clear, hittin' blunts o' haze
My neighbors up the way sniff in
Cut and scrape off the covers
Of the Putnam Tapes
Like triangles in the burned sky
Syringes in the third eye
Blood running curve side
It's that drug slang bullshit
Still get high on la when I'm
Goin' to cop like gang bullets (shit)
Dabs don't stop (yeah)
If you screet my left lung will
Come up with the candle shop
A clam biggin' out a camo spot
Of the apocalypse and camo SWAT
I keep the ammo stock
Melon slice that mangos chopped
Absorbing the sandal's blood
Smoke the pipe dream of
Any MC's grandiose blot psilocybin usage
To bandage the rappin' over beats
Like domestic violence bruises
Ultra-highly, super hybrid human
Shirt slide off the arms like I
Was trying to hide the shootings
FDR burn logs to red cherries
Ground shiftin' I'm back around tripping
Where the deads buried
Killer geek like Ned Terry
Like triangles in the burned sky
Syringes in the third eye
Blood running curve side
People and automobiles full of people
The military is helpless and so are
The police departments of the world
I'm up in the house Dennis Rader
Steaming devils bled it's vapors
Name dropped on roll up pama (yeah)
I kill these kids, Anthony Cama
No comment, hands up blom's blood
(fuck outta here) no Samsung
Legs severed stickin' out the
Trunk of the Mazda
Still in prodders, not done
At home dead body on the couch, propped up
Skull wide-eyed in the potluck
Ligaments pop lock
Irony got brains in a storm cellar
Locks shut
Lucy diamond clear, hittin' blunts o' haze
My neighbors up the way sniff in
Cut and scrape off the covers
Of the Putnam Tapes
Like triangles in the burned sky
Syringes in the third eye
Blood running curve side
It's that drug slang bullshit
Still get high on la when I'm
Goin' to cop like gang bullets (shit)
Dabs don't stop (yeah)
If you screet my left lung will
Come up with the candle shop
A clam biggin' out a camo spot
Of the apocalypse and camo SWAT
I keep the ammo stock
Melon slice that mangos chopped
Absorbing the sandal's blood
Smoke the pipe dream of
Any MC's grandiose blot psilocybin usage
To bandage the rappin' over beats
Like domestic violence bruises
Ultra-highly, super hybrid human
Shirt slide off the arms like I
Was trying to hide the shootings
FDR burn logs to red cherries
Ground shiftin' I'm back around tripping
Where the deads buried
Killer geek like Ned Terry
Like triangles in the burned sky
Syringes in the third eye
Blood running curve side