DJ Krypto - Pig Piss (In Two Parts) lyrics

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DJ Krypto - Pig Piss (In Two Parts) lyrics

[Part 1] I'm at the podium, filtering poison to the town like Jim Jones in punch I piss over this drought Dousing rap's soapy tongue Flesh fizzle from bones cause sodium Groupies get pony punched Lollipop dust bags sealed like pierogies dunk But that was old news, this story's sad I was dead in my crib called my ex They had to escort me back To the hospital cuffed to the bed Happy and erona until the paddles had brought me back Before that I found with a shotgun loaded falling off my lap Yack bile foaming out of my mouth Garbage head, body cold, poly-addicted, stomach doggy bag Zombie skull maggot, motorized wet brain, torch the ash In the lab talking to myself, myself talking back [Part 2] I typewrite better than my penman craft Mechanically invented hands Finger punch keys faster than sonographer tests in a session lab Hold my interest? Nah, too busy shaving my head like pie in the mirror with a razor, carving my head up etching math This resident is mad I'll start a settlement, set up tents, feeling the residence Off the 11 tabs with a tribe vibing off a seventh sense Heaven sent conduits select dimensions stretch Swallowing time til its sentence drags ?? extension like jelly-fish tendons lash I ascend from a dementive craft From orbit open vents and permeate the scent of hash My presence infects the land k**ing plants Turning green fields to reddish gra** f** a catch phrase, even sober I act strange My mind's jungle is 'Nam Since palm leaves can't be received, too deep for military patch range On so many different sheets they call me patch face Iron belly backstage, tongue spasm, daggers and axes hack the track's frame Flow like silks from a brothel bed in a beated ?? tent I sh** on a cushioned ?? k**ing that bottled stench Caterpillar hookah, cherry on the top, tar black as polished jet Drunken tyrant, purple beard Dangle the mic like a s*ut model bed On the pillow house ?? ?? Flowing through h**n smoke at a shooting booth cottage den I chill canopy, fanned with leaves, legs on an ottoman Popping meds like grape squashing insects Ill omened and contagious I'm not impressed I walk over pompay and ash just to cop a goddess head