Jak Tripper - Basesuit (A Neptunian Odyssey) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Boric propellant amorphous
I orbit perimeters and smoke off pollen extracted from cultivated ghost dockets
Puff various orchis, musician populace corn chips
Rap infested with fraudulent parasites conforming like half of New York is
Suits came to my crib with warrants, just asking side sources
I learned love isn't worth the razor gash on the wrist when I was put in Four Winds
I turn animal corpus underground
Was explored so I built this other underworld underground like Pluto and Argus
This soloist doesn't utter choric, what chorus
I leave roses rutty around dead rappers heavily decorated ornate like funeral florists
Fry the white fiber fornix
Blood sucker, hunter feed with the black sheep male gorge it
You can't approach horse hyde leather draping grip
Split the protruding outward swarming with hornets and a bacterial with orgones walking
Walking to a store with sumac hands, empty a bullet box into the clerk running for storage
That's if I had a Bulldog .44 cause talk is boring
Hooks in you deep tow trucking your ghost out of your portrait
Off the shore fear and loathing, Deck blowing the horn
I'm cloaked by the US flag on a rock like stork shit
In a K-hole nauseous I'm starring blindly with blurred sirens flashing til I see apparition light come out of slits and pork ribs
Bless the lord, roll a corpse let the frankincense burn
I've stayed in so many rehabs up north I might as well of become an intern
Dope head no more, loved acid but parents were redundant to twist herb
Instilled in me the genetically engineered sick urge
Got sent away, ended up fucking a split t-trick with hep C now my dick burns
Out of body load like I shrimp larvae under my skin swarming, transparent ringworm
Narcissist, this anti-conformist march against authority, anarchist, anarchic
You can't save the sheep herd oppressed trying to find anchorage in tar pits
I'm straight from the heart

Welcome to my depression, an entertainment lesson for you kids
And other humans who can relate to my mood or dark blue tint
Turned into suicide music, Comfortably Numb
I shatter the soul's windows with two fists
Seclusion, idiot box, diluted, glued to the TV static on channel zero
My skull's sweating a pistol to it
The two clicks blast, my face opens like the spring's sun hitting a tulip
My ghost a hundred lumens
The crew ship shoots out and starts to send through hell's blueprint
Doused in feded fetal fluid
Cuckoo bird flew the coop quick
Fire and flesh infusion, my bones melt to black tar bubbling as the fumes kick
Bed boards and broken broom sticks
Dark side of the spoon gripped
Yellow pool drip, the room polluted with syringes, notebooks and shadows moving over resinated shoe prints
I used to use drugs, useless trapped in a cubic prison of self loathing confusion and madness behind padded walls
Not lucid, I'm graceful as jellyfish tentacle movements
I'm wind blowing nooses and take my rations
I'll starve but slaughter the herd where they're fattened
Fuck bottom of the craft bin
My album's consist of me and that's it
Only Virus gets the cameo while you hiring has-beens
I hire assassins to clip mics in any wack human's mouth attached to its lungs spat at it
Back stabbing rabbits, I breeched the water with a whale's back, I'll take a stab at it
You wish you could think fast, even to think a fast wish
I write ill too, but lace off the radish
I couldn't think as slow as you if I tried even with brain damage
Get lost in a cave matchless, beard on my face matted
Cause I sleep on the rat masses, occult maverick
I smell like shooting dens smothered in cooked base
Fuck hooks, fake Americans shooked
I'd rather watch a flag burn rather than a book page asshole