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[Intro] |
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Go x8 |
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[Verse 1: Aesop Rock (Rob Sonic)] |
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Sour dough toast and a sky in the morning |
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Of roses and red dye 40 |
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I boards up doors |
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Bored a cult, rewind Porky's |
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Border line Vorhees |
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Porridge line, more please (more, please) |
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Pull up like a hundred flying Dorothys |
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Incorrigible, undermine authorities enormously, Sir! |
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First words don't go in the top drawer |
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Scofflaws, taxidermied fasion fox paws |
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And rock watch dogs, from live at the cat climber |
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Where I punt a ******* pop star into a trash fire |
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Pearls are clutched, pipes fall from the frozen |
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Bystanding witnesses enthralled in the moment |
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It's a man ran ragged, a plan lambasted |
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Brick heart, I trip the dark fantastic |
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And often |
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Outside ollie-ollie-ominous glow |
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Copy, it's gotta be some impossible joke |
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[Verse 2: Rob Sonic (Aesop Rock)] |
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In chains when he out with the navy crewmen |
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And it'll turn wild cats into lazy susans |
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With his angry tooth and a failing eye |
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And rope with nails if it's bails tonight |
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With a goat's entrails in his baking cupboard |
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And a gold-rimmed grail in his apron just for |
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Occasion suppers and buying pockets |
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Of lances and land for a flying ostrich |
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Pleading butlers, deceiving hunters |
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And dividing the animals by even numbers |
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Police are under the bridge demanding |
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That I at least turn back into Rick Moranis |
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Seat slope backed in my camper decked in |
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A sea foam hat and some panther leggings |
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Scans your settings like a horse I trot |
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Around your tracks and back |
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(Intrigued?) |
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No I'm not |
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[Hook: Aesop Rock and Rob Sonic] |
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Aim for the ribs |
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Play, get framed where you sit |
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Talking like it ain't what it is |
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Money over love |
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Son, you couldn't button up enough |
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Talking like it wasn't what it was |
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King of the hill |
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Ping, ping |
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Ringing his bell |
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Talking like it won't be what it will |
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Swim with the krill |
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Hit-hit-hit-hit-hit me |
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[Verse 3] |
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[Aesop Rock] |
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Eyes on slinkies |
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Acid wash denim over iron-on Springsteen |
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Pirates don't pick teams |
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Pick a wing and a prayer and a [?] crib sheet |
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Talk turkey over nine days old split-pea |
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This cool kid decode the clandestine |
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Intel sold to the man with the X eyes |
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Sex symbols pants pulled chest high |
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Tape on his glasses, breath like a dead guy |
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[Rob Sonic] |
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Like H to the MM, feed to the minnows |
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You know Danny Zuko and I'm leavin' with Rizzo |
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Caged birds 'til she plead the fifth |
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And I pull out the jammies and I sleep 'til six |
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Peace, pills, pigs and the warnings laughter |
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And a refill fix for the morning after |
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Could be boring rapper, could be action film |
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Could be pu*******ng up daisies or daffodils |
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[Hook] |
