Garfield

[Verse 1: Rob Sonic] Diamond in the back, gun-proof top Ironside metal mouth kung-fu chop One-way ticket to a three-dog night When there's six million ways to make these dogs bite Carolina blue ruby-sequenced Tarheel Karras try the soup green Jesus cartwheel Tattoo of a scar, half a sleeveless arm shield Make your girl wanna put 'em on the glass like Garfield [Verse 2: Aesop Rock] Staring contest: Go! You win, I was never good at that Always shook his head of any hooks attached Spit the bait up, hide for days, track a trail of slime and waste Catch you outside Kwik-E-Mart, the minimall, or time and space Eye and tooth grouped in systematic moving patterns Meticulously plotted with miniature pewter dragons The dark heart news penny-ante necromancy On to plan B: panic and channel the death of Bambi [Hook (Aesop Rock)] No name, no last known address No age, no face, no magic Key in the door and there's nobody home Oven is on and there's mail in the box Rocking the bells in the rotary phone Something awry in the way of the walk [Verse 3: Rob Sonic] Bandit and the Smokey collide on the way to Sturgis Melting down the silver from chains and then making stirrups Turn up on the news in a segment of wasted purpose When it's death before dishonor, words before trade insurance Pygmy dart moistened, poison placed where the circle is Wolf-pack legions and heathens, the breathe the virgin skins Wool bomber fedoras complete and permanent Purple Heart fastened to leafy Adidas turtle tips [Verse 4: Aesop Rock] Oh, what a tangled web like a hell-hole So sick spiders tattoo it on they elbows Death Star rebuilt, cozy inside the milk bar Jukebox jonesing for the tone that break the bell jar Zero mist lifting, split-screen, left side's friend died Right side of witches, crypt-thrifting (Gross) I'm cranky like nobody understands me White tee, dagger in the back, nothing fancy [Hook] [Verse 5: Rob Sonic] Mayhem of mosaic Passaic river of guppy grief Cause and effect to the timid limb of your hugging tree Cut in a three-way divided amongst a rugby team Who can either take or leave em Or feed em game like it's Chuck E. Cheese Really rotten doctor shocks of the all stars Newspaper letters that'll end in his hallmarks Stuck in traffic stalled, stopped at the Walmart While I beast and then maul cops like Paul Blart [Verse 6: Aesop Rock] While I feast, install bombs in doll parts Pawn-shop stalwarts hawk hot broadswords Foreign clocks, lawn darts, shock-and-awe sock-drawer porn Drawn arms, jarred prawn hearts My thrill-kill cult consult with raw matter It mill spilt guts and drums from Thor's hammer And document the war of the department-store Santas From the POV of cameras hid in the dogs' antlers [Hook]