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jak tripper - sad clown كلمات الأغنية

“he would dress up as a clown he called pogo.”

“when i got into clown makeup i regressed into childhood, it was
fun being a clown because you could be yourself or just let yourself go and act a fool.” – john wayne gacy

if by any chance my notebook would leak
as a farmhouse of bodies undressed on hooks for butchery
steal barrels of human butchered meat
those in the fridge were put to sleep
i propped them up like dolls in a rookery
i call um dolls cuz hollow and bleached it’s how they look to me
a brooklyn teen pushed in a trunk then dumped in a brook obscene
left a note for the cops like come look and see
i’m not horror, pigeonholed me, either way i’m a loser
horrorcore was born in the west, i don’t wanna hear who’s making it cooler
i’ll put a rapper on ice with his face in a cooler
i wrote melodies fresh out of outpatient with sutures
blak church, b-l-a-k get backed first
if a groupie get skeez i’ll get my squeeze to slap her

“it’s in a tourniquet so it cut off the air. so if you’re going to k!ll somebody, you just put it on their neck and twist it three times or four times, or whatever, till the person stopped moving.” – gacy

“he removed the handcuffs and disposed of the body.”

a modern skip spence
skip rent, trip intense
write in a forest in a zipped tent
hallways, blood flooded with visions of twins dead
i been fed, distant
i drown stray sl-ts, stalk b-tches straight out of break ups
solo, pogo the clown makeup
in my house based up
brace clamps in her mouth cutting out taste-buds
on my back porch, the ground soft around graves dug
all i do is talk about the same stuff
except when in court like robert blake was
for k!lling my squeeze, the main one
i got nothing to dream of
f-ck science
i’m vain and dumb slit p-ssy gets beat up
i’m oblivious and self absorbed like a sea sponge
i get beats dug from uk street thugs
we’ll make the scene flood
mdma like this was ’88, the second summer of free love
sweating beads in the studio like a speed buzz
drinking the oj leather sleeves gloved
trying to get this peak up
i can’t hear you over the screams, speak up

- jak tripper

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