Take My Hand

[Verse I: Swamburger ] Sounds as if you need a hand Walking through the filler-iller of sorts I hope you understand now I am not the one to make sense of it all I’m a tourist, guide walk along and take my hand Welcome to the make up of new paths Fast fix ‘em, direct another face Value and put it to fruition By the way of competition, when in perspective let's live Come along, take my hand and Place your thoughts on these Feats to end an overcame dead win Politic(s) for policy, make my folly volley Indeed I be your true blue, flawed laws from jolly jovial Jabber Jaw sharks, who play cards, wink, wink For frickle prick soldiers looking for spirit Enlighten the tip, for me, over there, there Turning tricks, sipping tip, you trip, telling musical hits Like the ball to raise a new politics, holding fire for lobbyists [Verse II: Onry Ozzborn] You, a rude wig, Stimpy, stupid dog Go ahead take my hand, it detaches from the wrist Now you’re holding it, amused with fun More than a parlor trick that Mannequin limb has real flesh to creep on those who chit-chat For years to come about what we have showed them (Going to be showing them) Most of the trapeze ease into a flip; no net Ocean voice that we use to calm you As we pull out the tent-top Psycho-semantics accurate dismounted; no flop Face-paint-asylum-junkies juggling laying with tigers Contortionistas with their pasties remind you of spiders Adam and Eve apples on sticks dipping the caramel Carousel carnie intoxicated operating the scale Modelate all adorament life like Swam did it already, and I might, then Aes might Give up a secret or two, about the cannon ball man Never no hula hoop dude, only your illusion entranced Just in the black light galloping goons The clowns surround all your chillin platoon, I think you need room Perhaps a moment of soak in what you have seen Go ahead, let go of my hand, now this was no dream [Verse III: Aesop Rock] You wanna see a trick? Pick a death card, any death card bet No kevlar vest, no red heart left Sound minds, bound by tides unholy Harvester of souls on line one holding Can’t talk molting, ramparts high Though his high seems low and the Nam draws nein Deemed unkind by his one time owned Never green blood line due time in a hole Climb it alive, sign is amiss Grime in the tiles, cried fiddlesticks Simon advised, I’m in a bind Hat low, back bones stringent Aggro, drums like a black hole binging Lunge at the cat post, dinner in a ditch I sift through vix like mister Wu's pigs Stack skulls like igloo bricks, neck beard, loose lips Hanging loose, dude, when the noose fits Ears back flat, chattery pulled cavities Hack, outta smattering adult faculties Cooked in a cold opacity, mattress(?) You don’t wanna be who the passionate badger Elaborately, come splash in the hazard Dibs on the flask and the dagger after And I probably sell the former, but I’m itching for the latter Got initials that need etching in this anchor, thank ya