Fast Cars
[Aesop Rock]Who's that walking with a hole in his head?Big bad Bazooka Tooth, I came to break breadWhat's a troop's recipe for treacherous times?I tell 'em..ah, fuck it, yo!
I pull the elephant tranq out of my neckGaffle a tank, count up the chips, wrastle the fangs off of my fistFlood a little soldier blood over the ogre acresOn some holiday in Cambodia with motor-home appraisersPagans fade into the Kodachrome - now, laterWith a lid to brow stapleRevist the cobra loading zoneMolar foaming, but he hold his own woundCauterized, by the Zippo he had stole that afternoonAnd my dog tags jingle by the monster island heart he builtGrew up with a jughead crown tilt and tardy slipBe all you can be just never soothed us (Nope!)You lost me in that part about scrubbing piss with a toothbrushHoller scum's lullabyLive from the ultra-fly, sham city bunkerWhere the coldest cults multiply alarminglyHush little baby, timeout!The black market mockingbirds can not sing a lickBut learn to peck your eyes outOf commission with love, out a tradition of wraithsPick on the visions that buzz, bet on the kitten's escapeSolder the piston to pump - out a veteran amplifierAnd magnify through the same lens that set the ants on fireFlush the moppet hootenannyWho could fancy, honor circuit when the circle's every duke is clammy?Trooper, scoop the food in pantryAnte up, stupid!May delusion feed em foofi candyAnd pry the gold out of his tooth when lampingPocket all you can nowBlock will lead the lambs downTo the cold cutlery outfit, slaughter beef and cow tipPour the chief some fountain soda, motor prone to pen the holy opusAnd pry this monkey off the Scoliosis like
Who's that walking with a hole in his head?Bazooka Tooth, gemini, I came to break breadWhat's a troop's recipe for treacherous times?I tell 'em fast cars, danger, fire and knives, let's goFast cars, danger, fire and knivesFast cars, danger, fire and knivesFast cars, danger, fire and knivesI got her majesty Athena riding shotty wide-eyed
[Aesop Rock]It's like never mind the bullocksFuck, like every other week these hipster tabloidsJumping on and off my Sex Pistol's bulletsLike every other week he spins the bottleLike every other week these fucking fanzines forget if they spit or swallowToo bad your inner sheep never forgets to followCause my inner greed to feed your hate for loving us is hostileFortunate for me, it coincides with what comes naturalSo the mongrels that I run with turn the "fuck you's" into fast foodLike a little freak sick of the 3 o'clock bully knuckle dustNursing his last shiner, finds the shoebox in his mother's truck (uh-oh)Tomorrow's extra curricular punching bagWill finger daddy's widow maker out a brown lunch bag (bang)This is where the hunch back snake oil peddlersStuck under the burgundy sky of spaghetti westernsTend to bubble up, weathermen huddle upToday, the son of one too many "yes sir's"Kings his checkers, watch the double jumpBack with a platter of hot leeches that'll drink up-every bloody drop downTo the last diseases, it's A-E-S-O-P-R-O-C-K, the peak twisterDefender of the son of Vaughn Bode's Cheech WizardI used to pray the treatments got easier with my agingLike Serotonin weekends was merely comedic hazingWrong, but along his travels located the key to world peace:Kill every motherfucker but meYou cool with that? Cool, bangYou? Cool, hangYou? No? Uh..bang? CoolSorry, dog, rules is rulesAnd too long have I followed yoursI'm trying to get them years backAnd walk through every Cypher with dynamite in a beer hat
Who's that walking with a hole in his head?Bazooka Tooth Krueger, I came to break breadWhat's a troop's recipe for treacherous times?I tell 'em fast cars, danger, fire and knives, let's goFast cars, danger, fire and knivesFast cars, danger, fire and knivesFast cars, danger, fire and knivesI got her majesty Athena riding shotty wide-eyed