Jak Tripper - Father Divine [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

A pervert like John Whiteside, I murder pride like hyenas
Burners buy
Hit off you and your girl then turn the 9 on myself
On gels fly my own tent like a circus ride
Worthless life
Berserker, I write about fire rounds
With that pen there's fire around like witches inside of fire rounds
Spit shit wicked, snatch wigs quick like retired clowns
Gonzoist, write some ill shit then throw my typewriter down
Am I just tired or is half of the population wired down
Side of town
They get brainwashed and pipe pipered out
If the body's a temple we sneaking inside and out
So many sparks light up your church organs, it'll look like a Bon Jovi crowd with the lighters out
Punches like the Wright brothers, first to let 'em fly in bouts
Richard Kiel iron mouth of steel
I skillet, pull out that steel skillet, pan fry his scalp
Fuck a card, I'm pulling black ops double agent files out
Ride the clouds like zephyrous, round trips messiest
Seat-belting headless chicks in and drive around
Heavy DMT hits lying down
Rappers get hung like I'm drying pounds
Blonde killer
Drop out co-eds, cut their hair and dye it brown
Arms sore from the five I drowned
Hatch back tied and bound
Larvae hatch that fly around
In the field, you in the ride catching entire rounds

(In a state of renewing his cult battle with Father Divine, Prophet Jones said God had told him to lead Detroit and make his headquarters in New York or Philadelphia or else. He declared that he would go to New York one weekend and take the curse off the city that Father Divine put on it.)

In a verse I'm awfully sad
Back off me man, yeah you and your off beat band
Those edibles stretching like toffee strands
Peel lids off like coffee cans
I'm torching strawberry cough in a slide rock with Aussie fans
I dumb out like I got a helmet with chin straps
They screaming "You don't really trip Jak"
Their faces looking glossy in shrink wrap
When they come to my crib they leave in three different zipped gym bags
My back porch unearthing upper torsos with rib tats
Cross space be looking like a rib shack
I hope you try to rap then go out like Freddy E over some cocaine and push your own wig back