Jakprogresso - For the Herd lyrics
[Jakprogresso - For the Herd lyrics]
This is preposterous i talk a lot of shit
I squat thrust a hippopotamus
Stuffed in a Plymouth
Stacked on Wiltshire monuments
Stacked on all eight hundred and
Eighty-seven Easter Island monoliths
Misogynist, welcome to Narcotics Anonymous
Honest, it's been three years since
I popped or sniffed
Copped a binge, how am I not a stiff?
For the simple fact I should
Have OD'd like Bonham did
I felt the stage? twice and I got a kid
I'm the result of a condom ripped
Full moon facing like? locked in a closet
Piss necrophiliac nympho
Jerkin' off in a graveyard to
Virgin suicides locked in cribs
All jokes aside, my cock is big, yeah, dude
Hip-Hop's the shit
Not, I'm not positive, I rock a wig
In my house and walk around
Talking to inanimate objects
Like it's not you
It's the chair I got a problem with
10x slacker, not a modern kid
And mostly every crew I work
With I consider little punks
Battle rap nerd, backpackin' simpletons
Drippin' prepubescent pimple puss
I like tit's so big they
Can wrap around my waist
So behind my back, the nipples touch
I'm sick of drugs
I bury you alive, wait 'til you die
Then dig it up
And how about this I rap cause it's an outlet
If I don't jump in the booth
I'll end up sneaking in houses
Knotted up white picket fence families
With night gowns and blouses
Found with ligature marks
Gagged and molested on couches
And I like hippie chicks who
Think I'm a genius
Black hair, skin fair like melanin depletion
And almost overdose like Peaches
At my shows comatose doing freezes
Rumors of me as scumbag, I'll be it
If I cum in your mouth, don't try to speak
You can keep it
My sexual obsessions almost fucked
Up my program completion
I puked a lot and threw
Chairs in group during treatment
Behold the fire spitter
I burn like a Phoenix
And don't front, my style is hot
I went from cocaine viles, rifles and cops
Puffin' White Rhino in bongs
To psych board suicidal and watch
How you gonna survive when all
Your idols were shot?
We'll be back in a TC within three weeks
Like it or not or layin' inside of a box
I may smile but I won't hold a bible
Get signed or go pop
I make music for depressed kids
Stuck in hole with no rope
To climb to the top just a rope to tie in
A knot around their necks
Signed "Goodbye cruel world
Leaving the flies to the cops"
I squat thrust a hippopotamus
Stuffed in a Plymouth
Stacked on Wiltshire monuments
Stacked on all eight hundred and
Eighty-seven Easter Island monoliths
Misogynist, welcome to Narcotics Anonymous
Honest, it's been three years since
I popped or sniffed
Copped a binge, how am I not a stiff?
For the simple fact I should
Have OD'd like Bonham did
I felt the stage? twice and I got a kid
I'm the result of a condom ripped
Full moon facing like? locked in a closet
Piss necrophiliac nympho
Jerkin' off in a graveyard to
Virgin suicides locked in cribs
All jokes aside, my cock is big, yeah, dude
Hip-Hop's the shit
Not, I'm not positive, I rock a wig
In my house and walk around
Talking to inanimate objects
Like it's not you
It's the chair I got a problem with
10x slacker, not a modern kid
And mostly every crew I work
With I consider little punks
Battle rap nerd, backpackin' simpletons
Drippin' prepubescent pimple puss
I like tit's so big they
Can wrap around my waist
So behind my back, the nipples touch
I'm sick of drugs
I bury you alive, wait 'til you die
Then dig it up
And how about this I rap cause it's an outlet
If I don't jump in the booth
I'll end up sneaking in houses
Knotted up white picket fence families
With night gowns and blouses
Found with ligature marks
Gagged and molested on couches
And I like hippie chicks who
Think I'm a genius
Black hair, skin fair like melanin depletion
And almost overdose like Peaches
At my shows comatose doing freezes
Rumors of me as scumbag, I'll be it
If I cum in your mouth, don't try to speak
You can keep it
My sexual obsessions almost fucked
Up my program completion
I puked a lot and threw
Chairs in group during treatment
Behold the fire spitter
I burn like a Phoenix
And don't front, my style is hot
I went from cocaine viles, rifles and cops
Puffin' White Rhino in bongs
To psych board suicidal and watch
How you gonna survive when all
Your idols were shot?
We'll be back in a TC within three weeks
Like it or not or layin' inside of a box
I may smile but I won't hold a bible
Get signed or go pop
I make music for depressed kids
Stuck in hole with no rope
To climb to the top just a rope to tie in
A knot around their necks
Signed "Goodbye cruel world
Leaving the flies to the cops"