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ALBERT HOFMANN FT. JAK TRIPPER

Somebody w/ Lil Tavis

Wanted to make a chorus people could feel

You Know

'Don't Make Me' is lifted from 'Butter Fly', a collaborative LP by Lee Scott & Dirty Dike - Available @ www.high-focus.com

Butter Fly

Lee Scott - Don't Make Me

LYRICS.
somethin witchy, placed on earth to come and get ye, the weegie scissor clip ye twitchy like a beached fish mate.

injured ... incised injury diamond cut kitchen blade glides visibly through yer withered face.

picture me....demon tongue the wizard of gore I'll piss down yer throat ma symbol symbolises the goat.

thistles n cloaks the serpent spirits invoked, awoke beneath the heavens in a pit fulla roach.

the simple approach... through the heart wae a shank n I'll imprison your ghost inside a piranha tank.

ma souls physically black tar n necro toxin ma sharp instruments l carve damaging your organs.

creep like graff writers n perverts through tunnel systems in the pitch dark deserted by the upper heavens.

abrupt incision in the compartment you think in mate am known fur snuffing actors n leave them in garbage stinking.

depart tae the heavens ye deserve it non sinner, ma paradise is lost like the bodies in the river.

demons causing ye tae shiver, see corpses in the mirror, ma conscience never differs the morbid robotic killer.

nae sorry's from me ever, you'll suffer the freezer frigid cold victim freeze up the untold story speaker.

the unholy, siphon your soul your weakened vessel shove the blade intae yer temple ma temper is yours tenfold.

vengeful, never let a grudge go climbing out the well clutching the double edge close.

etching ma name on yer supple flesh coat stretch open yer frame like a goretex coat.

lurk beneath the street lights like sharks under the surf a sharpened shard under ma sleeve might will be the last you're ever hurt

suddenly packed into the dirt....nae coming back ya cunt you've must have got it back to front the demon tongues the bastard son 
 
ae the devil a cripple maliciously vigorously indiscriminately indivisibly attached tae ma ability 

ae killin mate, simplistically am death slash your neck jugular wrecked decked pissin yer energy,

am berkowits.... mixed wae charles manson n dahmer the carver cadavers are stacked up in ma cavern got a habit

maggot food platter...damage you take yer life number wan suspect when bags are found in the clyde.

Meditation

Jak Progresso

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