Jak Tripper Skool Lunch

Tekst piosenki

Everyone sit the fuck down *ugh!*
And shut the fuck up

[Jak Tripper]
This one’s a jam
I’m now writing a blood-note to my mom from an isolated cabin in the woods from summer camp
Stuck the stamp like „No mom, every thing’s great
I’m making friends the first day at such a fast rate, that I doubled my weight.”
There’s a face imprint on my stomachs side
This year we learned how to incubate larvae and breed rare rain forest butterflies
I would have washed away the blood tides or fingerprints in running water but the dead leaves sucked the gutter dry
Underground mainstreamers get a big „Fuck you!” underlined
Don’t worry! I’m like Bill Murray when you in disguise cats watch from the crowd like London spies
All of this caveman fighting over who ate the first [?] is exactly fucking why
I’d rather live under this rock and come out to spit when it snows in the summertime
Please don’t use my presence as a crutch design
This is just a rhyme
But I have not copped a good album since 8th grade
And I’m now 25