Holy Driver

[Verse 1: Rob Sonic] Big red sun abort short cut caper Highway humming door to orange containers Lights on the runway ordered captain Kramer Holding his heat and his cheek since Brainerd Cargo, S.S. minaret, jeeper! Neon read out on the Cineplex feature Boom it in your sleep or in your set of sony speakers Pigs on his wheels like they’re pepperoni pizza [Verse 2: Aesop Rock] Start a wrong place / wrong time club Might get, two peace fingers thru an A-OK Sign fucked Lime green cricket, alpine flying white doves Objects in the mirror made of daisy-chained light bulbs Ape escape, corner by the cemetery death bells Breath held, in his head he donkey with the red shells Partly responsible for a string of wonky fish tails, party on or get your coffee chem-trailed [Verse 3: Rob Sonic] Jammed with the jelly, blips wipe the screen off Space ball, grey walls, 8 tracks he bought From Cleetus with the Jesus hat, bad breath and teeth gone A couple missing fingers and a lap full of cheap porn Born on the 4th on a bayou near a boom town Never getting sweep please peep the way the broom sound Tweaking leaking booze hound, eager to leave his roof down Peanut reese's cheetos the visas are Mrs. Nussbaum's [Verse 4: Aesop Rock] I'm a liar I'm a nuisance, I'm a fighter acting mulish I'm a license owning pile who went to driver's ed with Toonces And early in the morning bore witness to the pie cut Swerve on, serve a median that christian side hug Bird dog, middle of the street, chicken in it's teeth Shirt gone, caught a lure before the first furlong Periscope up, metermaid pissy I will see you in the tedious DNA of the city [Verse 5: Rob Sonic] Jerky on his jaw line rawhide Toro Z’s in his alphabet soup stop, more Joe! Squirrelly early bird brain given away the Morse code Mini van kiddie hands mimic the way his horn blow Mouth full of spit, belly full of the Jager cramps Hot sauce wings and things crawl in his raisin bran Green light, yellow light, headlamp header Holy drive-by batman, Hand gestures [Verse 6: Aesop Rock] I escape new york like watching King Kong backwards And you will know us by the trail of baffled dog catchers On tippy toes, all gigantic net-swinging Baryshnikovs Pattern like a final level peeled back to the mini-boss Biggie on BLS, itchy palm, bead of sweat Skidding in a ticking bomb, shitty brakes, jesus fish Bumper stickers everywhere his other car's a sinking ship My kid made the honor role, your kid is a piece of shit