Jack Jetson - Grand Yorley lyrics

Yo, mash up Sangria Kong, slim Yo, yo, yo Check it, game player Creating simulators, inhaling vapours Escaping from hazy incubators The future's bright, bottled babies and 80s indicators Living on the lick on the sticky side of the rizla papers Disfigured ignoramus Calculate the risks and take ‘em Slicing my mind in to tiny palpitatin' bits of bacon Himalayan mountains on the outing through refrigeration Picking out these splinters from my frost bitten fingers chasing d**h calling boredom, falling from the highest towers Futuristic prophecies in a garden of dying flowers Over bake the cake 'til the sweetness of the icing sours Drown in a gla** of uppers that's been spiked with downers In a palace of paranoia, six speakers in my school playing samples of California Strapping? bags of sequoia?, ??? my employer Pen with the paper, creating visuals Jetson the painter, indoor head decorator invisible Depths of the craters lodged into my brain Jet's the impaler The best spitter in the game but I'm destined for failure Smoking cigarettes, if you don't like it request an inhaler Jetson the saviour, pave the way from the west to Australia Alien rebel head spinning like Tasmanian Devil Pedal Peruvian pebbles, got my name on a medal Blue Peter, strap amnesia in the 2 seater Plus the metro run like Joey Greco on a new cheater Who's he?, who's me?, sh**, I don't know who either Wash down 60 mils of vallies with a fruit breezer sh**, I'm super human so I supersede you I'm Duke Nukem, k** your troops and execute your leader I don't think these other rappers are saying sh**, and I don't like the way they're saying it f** ‘em