Jakprogresso - Sizzle Stix lyrics
[Jakprogresso - Sizzle Stix lyrics]
We're not the same species, yeah, ayo
The blunt ash longer than a Dr seuss hat
Yippie! Yecko for the Summer (Summer)
The murky mushes in the tooth plaque
A duth clap, up I lurk ’em
(bah) , split a moose cap
Bullet hit the rabbit, in a dulap
Globbondy glob
With the corpses packed in a Gulag
'92 Jak was pullin' a dead
Feline out the fridge, i was a cool cat
(Hahahaaa)
I just smoked Black Hash from Santa María
Bloodbath at Judea, Sangria shakes dipped in
Plasma urea
Dumbin’ with the dance moves (ayo)
I'm dumpin' on 'em like
Jeff Daniels in a bathroom
Revival on Clearwater, Risin' on a Bad Moon
Cult raps, then I mask goons (Word)
I dead the pattered
Anti Your Bars hoodie created to summon
The vans will shed the rappers (Fuck that)
Off the resin batter, I'm
Leavin' coffee mug prints
Off the edge of Saturn
Roll ledge and laughter
(hahahaha) , I chop off, hands for silence
Nobody built, on psychedelic rap like this
To laugh at Random Violence (Word)
But, it's only ’til a true artist
Dies when the fandoms hypest
Fuck all these, Manson hypemen
They pantomimin’!
- Were you in ever any point
Hit with a shot than lysergic?
- Negative, man, he couldn't hit
Me! He couldn’t hit me, he was shadowboxin'!
- What is the experiment of music
- Is he trying
To define what music might be?
- To do with obviously
Pushin'-pushin' back the boundaries, and the
Motivation for the silence is
More important than the, final result
The blunt ash longer than a Dr seuss hat
Yippie! Yecko for the Summer (Summer)
The murky mushes in the tooth plaque
A duth clap, up I lurk ’em
(bah) , split a moose cap
Bullet hit the rabbit, in a dulap
Globbondy glob
With the corpses packed in a Gulag
'92 Jak was pullin' a dead
Feline out the fridge, i was a cool cat
(Hahahaaa)
I just smoked Black Hash from Santa María
Bloodbath at Judea, Sangria shakes dipped in
Plasma urea
Dumbin’ with the dance moves (ayo)
I'm dumpin' on 'em like
Jeff Daniels in a bathroom
Revival on Clearwater, Risin' on a Bad Moon
Cult raps, then I mask goons (Word)
I dead the pattered
Anti Your Bars hoodie created to summon
The vans will shed the rappers (Fuck that)
Off the resin batter, I'm
Leavin' coffee mug prints
Off the edge of Saturn
Roll ledge and laughter
(hahahaha) , I chop off, hands for silence
Nobody built, on psychedelic rap like this
To laugh at Random Violence (Word)
But, it's only ’til a true artist
Dies when the fandoms hypest
Fuck all these, Manson hypemen
They pantomimin’!
- Were you in ever any point
Hit with a shot than lysergic?
- Negative, man, he couldn't hit
Me! He couldn’t hit me, he was shadowboxin'!
- What is the experiment of music
- Is he trying
To define what music might be?
- To do with obviously
Pushin'-pushin' back the boundaries, and the
Motivation for the silence is
More important than the, final result