Jak Tripper - Patient [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[First part of intro is only on the M U D W O R K remix album]
(Lock your doors, lock your windows, if you have the ability to provide additional security devices, then by all means do so.)

(Jesus what's happening out here? This place is turning into a fucking insane asylum.)

If the trash out selling bodies, I'm collecting hobbies
I'll open up melons properly
Behind this mask you can't tell I'm sorry
The one in nervous cell was sloppy
Hillside dumpsites
They think it's another Kenneth Bianchi
Hooker's hair was in my hand I held it calmly
Asian girls dumped, face swelled up, their skin smell like saké
The block freeze
Russian call girls found strangled next to the belt and crop seed
Fuck with chems, spill jars, put the hell on broccoli
Pull that burner out
She cut herself first, I couldn't turn her down
If the other friend had a head she'd be the first to bounce
I let the others nurse the pounds
Waiting for my career to make a turnaround
Psycho pharmacist
Fire from rifle darken skin
Pliers pinch your tongue
Boxcutter slice off part of it
Paranoid fallout turn my whole armament
Human flesh partsman, I write all of this
They try to make moves and breathe
Try to meat-grind me in a horrorcore's waste basket of stool and pee
I ruin scenes like me throwing up a wolf's face, it'd be cool to see
Burial plots in my house, cubic feet
I wrote this album on a shroom retreat