Krill

[Intro] Go x8 [Verse 1: Aesop Rock (Rob Sonic)] Sour dough toast and a sky in the morning Of roses and red dye 40 I boards up doors Bored a cult, rewind Porky's Border line Vorhees Porridge line, more please (more, please) Pull up like a hundred flying Dorothys Incorrigible, undermine authorities enormously, Sir! First words don't go in the top drawer Scofflaws, taxidermied fasion fox paws And Rock watch dogs, from live at the cat climber Where I punt a fucking pop star into a trash fire Pearls are clutched, pipes fall from the frozen Bystanding witnesses enthralled in the moment It's a man ran ragged, a plan lambasted Brick heart, I trip the dark fantastic And often Outside ollie-ollie-ominous glow Copy, it's gotta be some impossible joke [Verse 2: Rob Sonic (Aesop Rock)] In chains when he out with the navy crewmen And it'll turn wild cats into lazy susans With his angry tooth and a failing eye And a rope with nails if his bail’s denied With a goat's entrails in his baking cupboard And a gold-rimmed grail in his apron just for Occasion suppers and buying pockets Of lances and land for a flying ostrich Pleading butlers, deceiving hunters And dividing the animals by even numbers Police are under the bridge demanding That I at least turn back into Rick Moranis Seat slope backed in my camper decked in A sea foam hat and some panther leggings Scans your settings like a horse I trot Around your tracks and back (Intrigued?) No I'm not [Hook: Aesop Rock and Rob Sonic] Aim for the ribs Play, get framed where you sit Talking like it ain't what it is Money over love Son, you couldn't button up enough Talking like it wasn't what it was King of the hill Ping, ping Ringing his bell Talking like it won't be what it will Swim with the krill Hit-hit-hit-hit-hit me [Verse 3] [Aesop Rock] Eyes on slinkies Acid wash denim over iron-on Springsteen Pirates don't pick teams Pick a wing and a prayer and a palmed crib sheet Talk turkey over nine days old split-pea This cult kid decode the clandestine Intel sold to the man with the X eyes Sex symbols pants pulled chest high Tape on his glasses, breath like a dead guy [Verse 4: Rob Sonic] Like H to the MM, feed to the minnows You know Danny Zuko and I'm leavin' with Rizzo Caged birds 'til she plead the fifth And I pull out the jammies and I sleep 'til six Peace, pills, pigs and the warden's laughter And a refill fix for the morning after Could be boring rapper, could be action film Could be pushing up daisies or daffodils [Hook]