Jak Tripper - Price Is Right [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Mr. Marmalade, in a codeine sea of orangeade
Blue magic dope orange beige
I bring gats to K parties
Part the waves
Straight from Mars
Spitting bars of flames
I eat bars and barf on stage
I got charm, arm in a sling
My GH game is off the chain
I sniff salts
Grip hawks
Cut off your chain
Barrel like a broom handle
Dust off your frame
I feel like exes
The way they get love off my name
They all sucked off my fame
My coven cloth; no cut cloth the same
Hyped when I raise arms
Like full Special Ed class attendants with ARs
That super-grass flame sparked
My brain is about as big as grapes are
Cops get buried under state farms
Hungry, my stomach's sounding like AR's
So sedated I'm seeing eight arms

My bio wet brain and dead cells
I rep Hell, nod off red devil breath hell
Rip seal off pack, chem' smell
Take ovals, yellow and white egg shell
O.D. rest well
Lay back
Let your mania thrown fits between themselves
Synthetic bags on XL
Sweat gels, my flesh, codones ringing head bells
Soul so heavy it could walk my skeleton out itself
I'm bored, in fact, I'm bored of rap
All of my verses border that
I want to be a bored young Jak
Setting fires and dissecting the corpse of cats
Fuck verses and chorus tracks
I'm Heath Ledger right before the nap
Bong attached to my face like a snorkel mask
After my performance I leave a horse throat slashed