Dioxide - Coal, Jak Tripper

I’m at the Owl

About to throw in the towel like dryer bins

Limbs I hide 'em in barrels

Stiff disemboweled, remove your bowels

Smelling like moving bowels

VW Beetle on the prowl, Theodore Cowell

Rape kit, acidic mouthful

Puffing that foul

Escape mental health council

Murder a whole house then stay with the bodies in the household

Barrel in a feds mouth like a snorkel

Back from a Dead Show

Bracelet still on like I support troops

Lock horns I’ll torch you

I’m spaced out like alien abductee support groups

Intense like Pakis and pipe bombs packed deep in airport rooms

Blak Church no hardcore group

Sign me I’m worth 4−2

So I can push Bundy’s whip like Korn do

(Was sitting a seven foot tall alien grey. The stench was worse then the worst

garbage can you can imagine.

The the person was ab.

entity was absolutely

horrible, I didn’t waste any time I reached for my pistol, at that time I was

an engineer, I didn’t have time to carry all the folderol of one of these big

sub machine guns, that all the Sea Spray and the Yellow Fruit.)

You’re smart to fear it, drinking spirits til my liver explodes

Decompose you wither while I’m pissing out a river of souls

I grow bitter so I spit a cloud of killer bees

Emcees get disemboweled, bug out filling mouths with millipedes

Gorilla steez with chimpanzees going ape shit

Quick as my pimp hand bleeds mother nature shaking platelets

We take trips on spaceships raping martian cunt

Pillage with Spartans, arson the village like I’m sparking blunts

Carving out lunch bloody chunks of cerebral gore

I tour through your people like Dessert Eagles in Medieval war

I more lethal than thinking measles when it’s smallpox

I rock the upheaval the reason people keep their doors locked

Sawed off the top of your melon, dug through your cerebellum

You’re yelling while being chewed, feeding this brain food to felons

We’re dwelling in the basement kept adjacent to torture rooms

Liquify your corpse yo why do you think I brought the spoons

We walk the moon looking like Creatures from the Black Lagoon

Feeding on human snacks strapped to our backs in burlap cocoons

Contract the lunacy I’m a tribune with impunity

Inhumanly hungry consuming countries and communities

No immunity for epidemics that we orchestrate

The hate that we foster would make authors want to pull off their face

With straight torture any pauper who thinks they offer more

We bore through causalities with battle sprees that never lost a war

(He kept saying I have lots to tell you, I only scratched about one percent of

it.

He said I want to put it all on record.

«Yeah it’s too bad we don’t have

that.»

It’s too bad we never got to it.

«Yeah.»)