Jakprogresso - Skool Lunch lyrics
[Jakprogresso - Skool Lunch lyrics]
Everyone sit the fuck down ugh!
And shut the fuck up
This one's a jam
I'm now writing a blood note to my mom from
An isolated cabin in the
Woods from summer camp
Stuck the stamp like "No mom
Everything's great
I'm making friends the first day
At such a fast rate
That I doubled my weight
There's a face imprint on my stomachs side
This year we learned how to incubate larvae
And breed rare rain forest butterflies"
I would have washed away the
Blood tides or fingerprints in
Running water but the dead leaves
Sucked the gutter dry
Underground mainstreamers get a big
"Fuck you!" underlined
Don't worry! I'm like Bill Murray
When you in disguise
Cats watch from the crowd like London spies
All of this caveman fighting
Over who made the
First fire shit is exactly fucking why
I'd rather live under this rock and come out
To spit when it snows in the summertime
Please don't use my presence
As a crutch design this is just a rhyme
But, I have not copped a
Good album since 8th grade and I'm now 25
A study on the mind cats by strangulations
45 seconds after the snuff film
Still on running time
Hit the beach resorts with
Shades over Bundy's eyes
Fake broken arm, leaning on a rented van
Funny guy body strapped to roof of car
Cross-country drive bumpy ride
Ligature marks from bungee lines
There's a little private party
Going on tonight plenty of fun and laughs
Take a break from the books and live a little
Welcome to losers anonymous
I'm your spokesperson with a coke problem
And a t-shirt saying "be positive"
I curse the day I was blessed with
This burdenous gift to spit on rage
Hip-hop sucks so I trip on stage
And now veterans saying "who's this
Fucking kid on tape?" i've been for days
And don't usually show up for shows
Even if the pricks will pay i hit the flakes
Sweat hit's the face it's all pixel waves
And for my two fans I'm
Sorry the shipment's late
And that's why Jak doesn't sell
But that's fucking swell
Haters can't even say they put
It back on the shelves
So you can suck the gelatin off of my cells
And trust me I'm not coherent
I'll start fistfights with younger
Cats right in front
Of their cribs that involve their parents
I'll meet you at sundown by the old gallows
Cannibal from pharaoh
So pissed when I twitch my muscles itch like
There was earwigs in my bone marrow
It looks like they're having a party
Yeah, quite a celebration and don't worry
I'll stay close 'till we get the coke
And shut the fuck up
This one's a jam
I'm now writing a blood note to my mom from
An isolated cabin in the
Woods from summer camp
Stuck the stamp like "No mom
Everything's great
I'm making friends the first day
At such a fast rate
That I doubled my weight
There's a face imprint on my stomachs side
This year we learned how to incubate larvae
And breed rare rain forest butterflies"
I would have washed away the
Blood tides or fingerprints in
Running water but the dead leaves
Sucked the gutter dry
Underground mainstreamers get a big
"Fuck you!" underlined
Don't worry! I'm like Bill Murray
When you in disguise
Cats watch from the crowd like London spies
All of this caveman fighting
Over who made the
First fire shit is exactly fucking why
I'd rather live under this rock and come out
To spit when it snows in the summertime
Please don't use my presence
As a crutch design this is just a rhyme
But, I have not copped a
Good album since 8th grade and I'm now 25
A study on the mind cats by strangulations
45 seconds after the snuff film
Still on running time
Hit the beach resorts with
Shades over Bundy's eyes
Fake broken arm, leaning on a rented van
Funny guy body strapped to roof of car
Cross-country drive bumpy ride
Ligature marks from bungee lines
There's a little private party
Going on tonight plenty of fun and laughs
Take a break from the books and live a little
Welcome to losers anonymous
I'm your spokesperson with a coke problem
And a t-shirt saying "be positive"
I curse the day I was blessed with
This burdenous gift to spit on rage
Hip-hop sucks so I trip on stage
And now veterans saying "who's this
Fucking kid on tape?" i've been for days
And don't usually show up for shows
Even if the pricks will pay i hit the flakes
Sweat hit's the face it's all pixel waves
And for my two fans I'm
Sorry the shipment's late
And that's why Jak doesn't sell
But that's fucking swell
Haters can't even say they put
It back on the shelves
So you can suck the gelatin off of my cells
And trust me I'm not coherent
I'll start fistfights with younger
Cats right in front
Of their cribs that involve their parents
I'll meet you at sundown by the old gallows
Cannibal from pharaoh
So pissed when I twitch my muscles itch like
There was earwigs in my bone marrow
It looks like they're having a party
Yeah, quite a celebration and don't worry
I'll stay close 'till we get the coke