Bosico Aesop Rock (Ft. Grimace Federation)

[Verse I]
You look like you were charmed out of a basket
Slack jaws clap straw homes
Hit the piggy in the clapper claw zone
Each a little Isaac Asimov
Actually down to accurately whack-a-mole
And get the taxidermy cataloged
With or without this bag of bones on my back
I'll be honest, I let a goat eat the map
Still agree to bleed a birthstone
Even if alerted to the dirt throne
Freely by your tentacles squeezing into a turncoat
Yikes, inertia days and vertigo nights
It's when a batch of falling gavels blur the vertical stripes
You ain't a leader among
You're a bottom feeder eating his young
We'll see who's teething when the beef is expunged
Unless it shrivels up around us in the caving wake of daylight
But more likely you slither off into the closest drainpipe
Miffed, other insiders are finding solace
Thought it wasn't ever in our quarters hoarding shiny objects
Degree in beeswax never personal
Which by the way have grown exponentially indiscernible
Behind a picture in the wall or at the local pissing hole
Where desperate images sully every second an empty coat
I'm gonna guess you probably know everything I could ever tell you
Plus a tiny bit more
That's what you're for
And you never met a button that you ain't push
Or a sucker that you ain't mush
Or a mother fucking butcher