Jakprogresso - Skid Row Mockery lyrics

"He's? and anthropology and
Eastern European history, he's a scientist
But what may prove to be
Even more important to us
He's an authority on the occult
He really knows about the
Black arts, satanic rights, and uhhh
(And What?) other things?"

Uh, so what's going on?
I gotta wear like, Christmas lights
What do I gotta, go tanning and shit?


I'm a young prince
Crystal ship, touch chicks in Xanax holes
Mood ring blacker than spoon bottoms
I stashed at home i'm pro gun
I urge fans to clap at shows
Dust magic, white rabbit (rapid?) flow
Tabs and coke chaos, witchcraft the cult
Cross country yellow punch buggie
Trunk on blast, exposed
Handcuffs, nylon mask, and rope
Violent satanist addict rap, braggadoc
I think I suck (You suck)
But, you're not half as dope
I should be, zipped in a bag and froze
What after glow my escape is slitting a gash
In my wrist to elbow
And slip in a warm bath and go

I just strangled my daughter's mother
The rush got me high as shit
On anti-pshychotic scripts, so powerful
I piss blood and my eyelids squint
Head pulsating from nitrous hit's
Catching butterflies on psilocybin beds
During astro travel
You can see my outer body
It looks like incandescent hydra heads
Coiling under ultra violet lens
I'm selfish and shallow strictly
I roll with the pressure to the point
It's like the presence of somebody
In the room with me (Huh?)


This is for Skid Row junkies and fiends
I want fans to study Ted
Bundy and run from police
Roll dust with your weed
I'm funny as dead bunnies and bees depressed
I feel crummy and weak

Welcome to the machine sheep flocks
It's all mega über electra
Kool-aid and LSD blots
Once the tongue hit's, the peace frog?
I came from a string bean pod
Martian emperor, little green god
I'm in a club with GHB and E-bombs
I hope you all drop dead
Like the human beatbox everyone rock my shit
Shitfaced and roll up weed crops
Fuck the starving artist trend
Garbage head, armless squid
Anarchist, detach right hand over
Heart for pledge trade art for meds
Strawberry alarm clock armed
Black wild flower, garden hedge whistling
(Makes no sense man, makes no sense
This is fortalking
You're just talking, you're just talking
Pathetic happiness)