LoDeck, Jakprogresso - Giants lyrics
[LoDeck, Jakprogresso - Giants lyrics]
I'm Crispin Glover with rodents hung
In his space bag
Remember I'm Theodore Bundy leaning
On that rape van
Getting numbers in a fake cast
Selling killer buzzes to
The teenage wasteland veins clasp
Serial numbers losing their weight class
It's just a scene
We're all spinning machines and
Drug dreams by Maytag
We write burden rum journals of
The modern insane man
Our rotted fallopian typewriters feed
Perversion and bang flags strange gangland
My rebel's Indian Parliaments playing hangman
Beige grants
We fire barrels like the homeless
Under bridges out in Graceland
Eight cyborg like 8 Man or Eighth Man
J23 lives on a fishing vessel
Off a burning mainland
Rigging algae for the bait cast
Rich rappers stay gassed
Sick rappers stay mad
I kill them all with this
They come and go endless
Infuse my all in this
Can't deny my inventiveness
Oh shit, so sick, so sick, oh shit
Step into this, what you call business
Convict kindergarten
Infrequent mic visit's daring me
To handle this holy scam like evangelist
Cum-verting 72 virgins
Such a terrorist, please, no cameras
I wrote this misquoted paragraph when
Telegrams were still buzzing
Getting head and Belvedere
My cock playing stunt husband
I held it in til I thought Evelyn Lin
Add another sin the phantom chimes in
Ominous organ notes I shine
Like JP morgan's vaults
Amongst the dull and comatose
Still kicking, blowing powder off wigs
I blow minds like Lincoln free thinking
Free range chicken breast licking
Shit's complex like repressed strippers
I splash the money shot and write
Advice for the little tippers
Transform the g-spot under a sycamore
Do you remember fuck a thrift shop
I'll spend my last 20 at a liquor store
Then wake up groggy in a new Bugatti
Tapping on some politician's whore
Dude I'm so Illuminati
Lifting the curtain to a devil's orgy
I'm sure Picasso saw the exact same
Knee deep in slime, can you make out my name
Bitches make out at this party rocking
Beliebers to the door of death
Your battery's spent, go next
I pass like Ervin
Fuck your head up worse than
Jordan in a Laker jersey
I'm rarely heard like secret service
Thru the walkie talkie
When it all hit's, intense bliss
Asking who the fuck is this
During your very first kiss, inventiveness
In his space bag
Remember I'm Theodore Bundy leaning
On that rape van
Getting numbers in a fake cast
Selling killer buzzes to
The teenage wasteland veins clasp
Serial numbers losing their weight class
It's just a scene
We're all spinning machines and
Drug dreams by Maytag
We write burden rum journals of
The modern insane man
Our rotted fallopian typewriters feed
Perversion and bang flags strange gangland
My rebel's Indian Parliaments playing hangman
Beige grants
We fire barrels like the homeless
Under bridges out in Graceland
Eight cyborg like 8 Man or Eighth Man
J23 lives on a fishing vessel
Off a burning mainland
Rigging algae for the bait cast
Rich rappers stay gassed
Sick rappers stay mad
I kill them all with this
They come and go endless
Infuse my all in this
Can't deny my inventiveness
Oh shit, so sick, so sick, oh shit
Step into this, what you call business
Convict kindergarten
Infrequent mic visit's daring me
To handle this holy scam like evangelist
Cum-verting 72 virgins
Such a terrorist, please, no cameras
I wrote this misquoted paragraph when
Telegrams were still buzzing
Getting head and Belvedere
My cock playing stunt husband
I held it in til I thought Evelyn Lin
Add another sin the phantom chimes in
Ominous organ notes I shine
Like JP morgan's vaults
Amongst the dull and comatose
Still kicking, blowing powder off wigs
I blow minds like Lincoln free thinking
Free range chicken breast licking
Shit's complex like repressed strippers
I splash the money shot and write
Advice for the little tippers
Transform the g-spot under a sycamore
Do you remember fuck a thrift shop
I'll spend my last 20 at a liquor store
Then wake up groggy in a new Bugatti
Tapping on some politician's whore
Dude I'm so Illuminati
Lifting the curtain to a devil's orgy
I'm sure Picasso saw the exact same
Knee deep in slime, can you make out my name
Bitches make out at this party rocking
Beliebers to the door of death
Your battery's spent, go next
I pass like Ervin
Fuck your head up worse than
Jordan in a Laker jersey
I'm rarely heard like secret service
Thru the walkie talkie
When it all hit's, intense bliss
Asking who the fuck is this
During your very first kiss, inventiveness