2nd verse in Hour Of Horus (extended)

I'm talking get high, money, violence, coffins and chrome pounds Anyone else who is spitting that heat blows now It's Jak that built that rickety old house Hello crowd, Jak Tripper for governor, vote now Breaking dope down, cocaine lines Amphetamine mainlined I'm unable to slow down I'm learning disable, quick to zone out I'll battle for no dough down I love being broke, leaving rappers broke down At bars I'm creeping hoes out I'm not trying to move coke out I form cults like Jim Jones, relocating whole towns I spit shit wicked Three nines flipped into sixes Son I turn a rose brown In cyphers rappers looking towards religions gripping crucifixes Spreading salt circles putting stones down I witch trial burn flows into coal Set fires in ovals, bundle sticks and piled bone mounds I'll put you in the cold ground Verse starts, (??Mashburn??) sparks Fingers get blown out Earth curtain dark I ascend on chem trails and flow down On acid so touch my skin rabbit hole found Let's all trip after the show's out My coffin will roll out, paisley lining, brass handles gold-brown I clean homes out Silence whole snout You get scoped out from a car trunk like the belt where you tax Send them cats to your coke ounce Boot mud back of your head Face to the street, stoved mouth Stomach bowled out Comb close fades with broken big blades where my boy's big 8 perm press his blow out I'll bomb your block Nuclear winter mid-summer, you'd think it snowed out This hype fluorescein couldn't tone down My style a dust head Corn fed, 400 homegrown pounds That'll take two hospital staffs to hold down Hoes hown Once I jump in the tent you getting mowed down