Meter Feeder

[Verse 1: Aesop Rock] Bucket-seater theater sucks, I duck and weave Riddle of the pixelated ticker taking prisoners and a number please Name and occupation: Aes, I twiddle thumbs with underlings Orange eyes, head shrunk, age: a million, sex: drugs Barrel in escorted by a chorus line of bedbugs Low-tech dreck from his neck out of cement woods We come in pieces under siege and unwilling Kicking and screaming, creatures summoned to the feet of the city As the parking-ticketed guilty, Beetlejuice in the waiting room Ogling this bird who put the Double D in 'Day of Doom' Personal space invader dais, pay-to-play-to-lose If you can see a sitting duck grow up into a baying wolf Live Teller Number 7 looking weathered Like a decade in a glass box yelling shook her feathers Utter "Unto thee I surrender mine flesh!" She said "Put the yellow sticker on your fender - Next!" [Verse 2: Rob Sonic] Gotta fly in the morning, better pack a potato Raging Bull, Mack truck, leather bag, and a raincoat Curse of the slain goat feather, ticket in late row Double Jack drink, six minutes to gate close Excuse me, Doug E. Fresh, I'm lost Part bad rabble the raffles the rest off Dollar down Noah that goes to the great flood With a Styrofoam finger making it rain ones Take-down bank job taking a blank check in Pine bluff Slim Jim, Jameson, John Lennon Uncle Bobby blasted in back of the wrong wedding Cause I came for the food but I stayed for prom dresses One-block cabby: “It's gonna be $6.80" No shit, your tip is go hunting with Dick Cheney Slow to let the dogs out, quicker to finish Halo That all-black tints and pimpin' the Winnebago [Verse 3: Aesop Rock] The stray cat, dirty finger nail rap scurry From the slash-proof straps of his crail tapped gurney Awestruck, cough guac over scaled back mercy And blast off, casting aspersions overtly Parry absurd curfew, eager to go invisible Sunday drive disfigured and growing tentacles Root down to the brackish water In a speed trap pro demasking marauders [Rob Sonic] Post office locked like it's jail time is setup Day-labor dimes with the climate of club fed up Walking with a panther chilling with a house cat Till somebody patents building a better mousetrap Out back staking his claim to deep mining Bribed by the sheriff with tariffs that keep climbing Blinded by the light of the 5 train to Dyer Hook, line, and sinker? Horse, main, and sire