DJ Krypto - Solomon Island lyrics

It's said I'm an adult with a cult Vincent Schiavelli look alike Still adamant about dissecting containers And flenching hooker hides I put in double-work like The Gemini twins In a Brooklyn lounge With butchered eyes Crooked mind I get praised for these bars like I took the time I also heard my sock puppet Hand chopped up and cooked my wife's Body and took it's time I tear b**hes backs out Like a ripped booklet spine I'm rigid and stubborn as a screw pushed in pine Cursed with art til I die Still-life sketch your head severed, with insects Crawling out of it's pushed in eyes A doctor like Conrad Murray I'll k** a mike with cyanide batter on a wine platter Shoot up gymnasiums and climb rafters Dispatch me in any cypher I'm a spine cracker Virulent but not a vine rapper Confused, I'ma spook the spies after Spit pissing over hissing puddles From acidics dripping out of spine fractures I'm a megalithic Stonehenge with Heavy overgrowth and vine ladders It's ironic I'm the bomb and look Hamas Like a hijacker Hits from the bong, life shatter Write to bind chapters Feel like I'm in a shark suit Around biters and signed actors Murder then scream, cry Sigh, laughter Let the devil's hand use my idle mind To make the time fly faster 6-6-6-8-6 (Does that mean there are people alive in this village who have eaten people? "Yes." Okay. Is it possible to them? Is it something they would talk about? "They talk, but it is possible." It is possible? "Yeah.")