The Poconos

[Hook: Aesop Rock] Hotel, motel, holy ghost Razor blade, jailbait, over dose Woke up pristine no one knows What you did last winter in the Poconos [Verse 1: Rob Sonic] Ayo, he got the glass eye squint Fab five time out and the hide out kids Honey comb collective and the tae-bo kick Little Billy posted by the blinds loaded No shit, the swivel of the bar stool baddy Pimp lane signal the single car pool caddy Water witching the grinch in his large flat feet Stitching his initials in skins and begin laughing Bring back his body keep frosty The eyes in the hill won't be still till they see raw meat Hung from a hook in a nook of the barns loft beams Auctioned and sold to the farmer in Charles charging Antenna fender remember the raw dealings Hard wired fired the liars abroad stealing Spinning wheels for the meal of the dog heeling Your hands under my feet and OG’ing the caught feelings Dressed in his sloppy suit You can hear him screaming from the inside of the locker room Just another day in paradise pastrami chew That leaves you face caved Aes make um Wally moose [Bridge: Aesop Rock & Rob Sonic] Come on you can trust me There's room on the floor and more in the front seat The stuff in the trunk is just drugs and punk zines No I've never driven and yes, death becomes me Hail the king, hail a cab, hail satan Hail Zoul and the full that I'm paid in Hail the queen, hail a chief, hail caesar Hail mary and carry in the believers [Verse 1.5: Rob Sonic] Rescue gunner 5 by the frozen rope Test tube butterfly swollen throat Death cruise trucker bribe know one knows What you did last summer in the Poconos [Verse 2: Aesop Rock] The rope-a-dope defense, close with it's own p.s "kick rocks", city a necropolis for clipped locks Tire piles, broken bones, cloven toe, piss-pot Troma quotes exploding onto rotoscoped film stock Firecane, half comotose, all killshot Cough up, terrifying tales from the chaw cup Twinkle twinkle little sinkhole, drinking decorative flamingos Stippling a plastic lawn, picket fences, cats and dogs Mallon juke left in bumper-to-bumper hazards on Balance off, blackout, back for the Munsters marathon Gather bad medicine, duffel bag, canteen, etch a sketch Hula popper, cash, plaid pendleton Smash and grab everything tetris'd in the sprinter With the i'd rather be cutting the head off a serpent sticker Perfect, dead youth flowin old habits The getaway bus ride only so magic Fact, he mostly know the company of roustabouts Icky rathskellars where they sell lunch with the power out Our gang, wallop on some honestly it's now or now Donkey in his crosshairs, Bobby taking Bowser down