| 歌曲 | Tetra |
| 歌手 | Aesop Rock |
| 专辑 | Skelethon |
| Don't fool with his cool | |
| I turn a staff to a snake and back, evade crack | |
| Shake a 5150 in shades and a fake stache | |
| Dirtbike made of 5 worse bikes, uphill | |
| Tabletop frames on dutch tilt, crush kill | |
| Make or buy point-op arcade punk (?) | |
| Talkin’ arcane science, dark age pull (?) | |
| Four eyes card face, bark | |
| Aes iron on (?) | |
| Pork rinds orange age, | |
| Jarred brains die alone | |
| No Mulligans, crow bars bird cage | |
| Cold, colonize | |
| Mars on Earth day | |
| And surface from the cellar door like worms into the petrichor | |
| Messenger, better get a vessel for a | |
| Tetris score | |
| Zilch, cowabunga homies call me “press ignore” | |
| Devastating energy exploding off his | |
| Tesla coil | |
| Farm baited breath and tempermental tremors | |
| That taught a man to wave with 10 percent of his fingers | |
| And I never lost tic tac toe to a live chicken | |
| For the footage, | |
| I’m off cam dynamite fishin’ | |
| For diamondback rattles in his holy grail | |
| Evoke colony collapse via gross betrayal3 wolf moon shirt, two shoes one sock | |
| Wore the same hoodie everyday like | |
| MumraBuh-dum-bum, follow the regenerated rebel flesh (?) | |
| Out of sorts, out of water, suicidal tetrafish | |
| Who stood by the conviction in his we should be together less forevermore | |
| Before we are the severed heads of civil war | |
| And basing(?) radio ricochet off the silver foil | |
| Trash can fire looking for a kill to grill or spoil | |
| Quickly, purveyors of fine hijinks | |
| I know, this is why we can’t have nice things | |
| I prefer to skip the pleasantries | |
| Flip the diner table, dip in time for final jeopardy | |
| No shitOh and don’t fool with his cool | |
| Ma, can we get a pool?… | |
| Is that a no?[Aesop Rock] | |
| Okay, magpies, | |
| Hoarders, and allied forces | |
| Who lick zig-zags being dragged by horses | |
| Transcribe stories in patterns of pins dropping | |
| Skinned boars and exaggerated limb-lopping | |
| Slow Mozart, no | |
| I’ve never heard a knocking | |
| Might’ve burst in on it, splits or skin popping(?) | |
| Opt out, sober on the eve of no saints day | |
| Locate and aim for the token propane tank | |
| Bang! Followed from a pulling of hair | |
| To a homecoming sullied by a skull on a spear | |
| It spun a human resources issue to public affair | |
| Reciprocity is a pestilent compulsion to bear | |
| And ultimately unfulfilling, concurrently that rigid upper lipping grudge or crippling (?) | |
| The wonder twins are bitching | |
| Armchair hater, | |
| I wouldn’t piss on your coffin | |
| But when I see your picture | |
| I draw dicks on it | |
| The ozone breakaway tux | |
| Holds chicken wire ribs and papier mache guts | |
| Pipe cleaner mustache, folk hands(?) google eyes | |
| Macaroni gas face, no plan to humanize | |
| You are now rockin’ with the worst | |
| Nothing up his sleeve, nothing here is what it seems | |
| Paranormal weather, mysteriously disappearing bees | |
| Not to mention the collateral delirium it breeds | |
| Jeez, forgive him and he dicey past | |
| He from a tiny town called | |
| Deaths Icy | |
| GraspAnd he don’t get out much but when he do it’s beetlemania | |
| Do not be asleep at the feet of his feelers radius | |
| Too charitable, offerin’ the average joe some real estate | |
| Between the big mouth billy bass and jackalope | |
| Cozy in a moment of bliss | |
| Snatch the food off your plate, snatch a goat off a bridge | |
| No shit |
| Don' t fool with his cool | |
| I turn a staff to a snake and back, evade crack | |
| Shake a 5150 in shades and a fake stache | |
| Dirtbike made of 5 worse bikes, uphill | |
| Tabletop frames on dutch tilt, crush kill | |
| Make or buy pointop arcade punk ? | |
| Talkin' arcane science, dark age pull ? | |
| Four eyes card face, bark | |
| Aes iron on ? | |
| Pork rinds orange age, | |
| Jarred brains die alone | |
| No Mulligans, crow bars bird cage | |
| Cold, colonize | |
| Mars on Earth day | |
| And surface from the cellar door like worms into the petrichor | |
| Messenger, better get a vessel for a | |
| Tetris score | |
| Zilch, cowabunga homies call me " press ignore" | |
| Devastating energy exploding off his | |
| Tesla coil | |
| Farm baited breath and tempermental tremors | |
| That taught a man to wave with 10 percent of his fingers | |
| And I never lost tic tac toe to a live chicken | |
| For the footage, | |
| I' m off cam dynamite fishin' | |
| For diamondback rattles in his holy grail | |
| Evoke colony collapse via gross betrayal3 wolf moon shirt, two shoes one sock | |
| Wore the same hoodie everyday like | |
| MumraBuhdumbum, follow the regenerated rebel flesh ? | |
| Out of sorts, out of water, suicidal tetrafish | |
| Who stood by the conviction in his we should be together less forevermore | |
| Before we are the severed heads of civil war | |
| And basing? radio ricochet off the silver foil | |
| Trash can fire looking for a kill to grill or spoil | |
| Quickly, purveyors of fine hijinks | |
| I know, this is why we can' t have nice things | |
| I prefer to skip the pleasantries | |
| Flip the diner table, dip in time for final jeopardy | |
| No shitOh and don' t fool with his cool | |
| Ma, can we get a pool? | |
| Is that a no? Aesop Rock | |
| Okay, magpies, | |
| Hoarders, and allied forces | |
| Who lick zigzags being dragged by horses | |
| Transcribe stories in patterns of pins dropping | |
| Skinned boars and exaggerated limblopping | |
| Slow Mozart, no | |
| I' ve never heard a knocking | |
| Might' ve burst in on it, splits or skin popping? | |
| Opt out, sober on the eve of no saints day | |
| Locate and aim for the token propane tank | |
| Bang! Followed from a pulling of hair | |
| To a homecoming sullied by a skull on a spear | |
| It spun a human resources issue to public affair | |
| Reciprocity is a pestilent compulsion to bear | |
| And ultimately unfulfilling, concurrently that rigid upper lipping grudge or crippling ? | |
| The wonder twins are bitching | |
| Armchair hater, | |
| I wouldn' t piss on your coffin | |
| But when I see your picture | |
| I draw dicks on it | |
| The ozone breakaway tux | |
| Holds chicken wire ribs and papier mache guts | |
| Pipe cleaner mustache, folk hands? google eyes | |
| Macaroni gas face, no plan to humanize | |
| You are now rockin' with the worst | |
| Nothing up his sleeve, nothing here is what it seems | |
| Paranormal weather, mysteriously disappearing bees | |
| Not to mention the collateral delirium it breeds | |
| Jeez, forgive him and he dicey past | |
| He from a tiny town called | |
| Deaths Icy | |
| GraspAnd he don' t get out much but when he do it' s beetlemania | |
| Do not be asleep at the feet of his feelers radius | |
| Too charitable, offerin' the average joe some real estate | |
| Between the big mouth billy bass and jackalope | |
| Cozy in a moment of bliss | |
| Snatch the food off your plate, snatch a goat off a bridge | |
| No shit |