The Soup

[Intro] Get busy [Verse 1] [Aesop Rock] I throw dice and darts, you dot your eyes with hearts I hold a fork and knife under the guise of art And chew the fat in Pig English, tapped and transmitted Motherfuckers flock like Chads to a whippet Daddy bad credit spill ketchup on the console Pair of glowing eyes staring daggers from the foxhole (God Flow) Aes stay gold like Ponyo Hard headed, war-vetted, four-legged mongrel [Rob Sonic] Speak slow order Jim Beam shoots And split hairs over if it is a Jim Reed tune On the big screen, pig skins, go team go In the corner there's a cop with his whole wheat toast Foreman of the flock In the last booth left That the rest of us avoided cause the bathroom stench On the bench there's some papers with the local fare There's a chicken that I dated but I won't go there [Hook 1: Aesop Rock] We face down in the soup Bent like a bow or a 'bow' or a U Bad guest tramps through the house in his shoes You a bad, bad man or a clown with balloons [Hook 2: Rob Sonic] We face down in the soup Bent like a bow or a 'bow' or a U Loud as a crowd getting down at the stoop Throw your oars in the air or get out the canoe [Verse 2: Aesop Rock] Winter in the shit, pinner in his lip W-w-winner, winner TV dinner kids, git 'er did Treasure map full of pushpins, leather on his hoof since Seven-six, never with a second set of footprints Lone deathworm, spinning in a Deicide time lapse Freedom fighter, feed a biter Zweiback dry Real Earth hides in the syntax Even if you don't take kindly to riff-raff (We do) Boneheads illustrate a vessel to believe through Nestled by the free green pea soup special One for the mutts that walk three feet in front of their gut Sipping mush out of cups And still drag drills to the dig site, no way No gray hairs, only silver pinstripes Pills in the palms of a million dendrites Just about sick of this buildings insides [Hook 3: Rob Sonic] We face down in the soup Bent like a bow or a 'bow' or a U Stoned to the bone, getting thrown through the roof With a buzz like your wife, second strike on the Feud [Hook 4: Aesop Rock] We face down in the soup Bent like a bow or a 'bow' or a U Knock knock, Mallon got a crown to remove Walk in with the broke, walk out with the food [Verse 3: Rob Sonic] Wild talk from the hallway steps Through the sheetrock walls and the crawlspace vents And his ears lopped off and a dog leg left And the blood in his beard on the salt-stained ends Sugar on top of his sharply worded Ribbing with a gryphon in his car seat, swerving Shotgun and the marquis merging And his hand on the horn and a sorry sermon (My bad) One eye closed like I'm Sandy Duncan The other on the prize and a Stanley tough wrench Paralyzed from the pant crease up When he shook hands with a man in his family truck bed Can't be fun, get spoiled and streaked with Malice when the Mallons get the royal treatment Oils and free shit and rare collections Of falcons and helmets and bears with weapons [Hook 5: Aesop Rock] We face down in the soup Bent like a bow or a 'bow' or a U Sleep on the couch with a mouth full of chew Wake up spellbound, hellhounds on the loose [Hook 6: Rob Sonic] We face down in the soup Bent like a bow or a 'bow' or a U Drinking water from the spout of the fountain of youth Then we foam at the mouth or we howl at the moon [Outro] HMM Rock the spot