The Soup Hail Mary Mallon

[Intro]
Get-g-get-get-get-get b-busy
Get-g-g-get bus-bus-bus-busy
Get-g-get-get-get busy
Bus-bus-bus-busy

[Verse 1: Aesop Rock, Rob Sonic]
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
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

[Chorus: Aesop Rock, Rob Sonic]
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
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