Kiln

[Hook] (x4) MA-LL-ON Mary [Verse 1: Rob Sonic] From the tree house, you can now see the silhouette Greasy, poor, needy boy speeding off in a limo stretch Seedy talk, slow and low tow his comb through his widow's edge Sleepy dog lying for science dying and pillow pet Creepy still leaning on tire iron and lobby glass Forty-four, door to door, order more of them body bags Posse packed, corduroy, water toys and karate class I'll be back, Play dough with Beowolf in a Chachi mask (Copy That) Roger this, modern twist on a running theme Minus Dean, dominate pocket change for the other team Gutters cleaned, chimney swept, give 'em depth for a color scheme Egg shell over bland white, van dyke over hunter green What it means, forward ho, courts close to the watching eye Tears like his are tenured and rendered for when his father died Anchored to his angled and tangled for when his pocket's lined Golden goose, holding two bowling shoes for his Columbine Hop a ride, tag along, add a song to your mini-mix Mega man, egg a van, razor clamped to his chinny chins Sixty-six, route down, moving down to the Dixie chick This monkey brought a weapon and heaven give him a pixie stick Is he sick, if so, make him hurl all the stuff he drank Hold his hand behind his back, get his hat and his money, thanks Once he blanks, stand him up, hand him some of the onion rings Tell him that he's good, get him Bush Tonic, Cutty Ranks [Hook] [Verse 2: Aesop Rock] Side winders wind through fried wires In a room of hired primates climbing on typewriters Trying desperately to organize an alphabet in prose That would render them in drastically exaggerated roles I know I shouldn't care and I'm too old to play the dozens But admittedly I visualize some ultimate comeuppance with Heads on pikes and pikes on walls and hell bound knights who deny all involvement, it's awful Off on a tough blue huffy Got a bucktooth youth from an uncool cubby Who step inside the club like a statue crying blood Dance floor scattered, staff asking why I'd come Man... shamefully whichever way you cut it I was trying to impress some people I can't even stomach You'd like to think you're cool enough to not care if you're cool But the spirit gets distracted, the flesh is fucking cruel They drag you to the tempest and extend you to the wolves This would be the time if you had any cool signature moves Escape artist careful not to spook the horses From zero to a symphony of molecules in orbit I never had a gold chain, never had a cold beer Had a codename and a moral code he hold dear Guts pecked out pigs snout gross beard A B C fingers stuck in both ears [Hook]