Smock Hail Mary Mallon

Verse 1 {Aesop Rock}
Middle fingers to the shingles and vane
Divide skies with the bringers of rain (people are strange)
Like a paranoid species on the eve of decay
Arrange some beacons in a sequence of remedial shapes
I might

Verse 2 {Rob Sonic}
For your medicine little pills on the drying tongue
Sold too many feeders to farmers instead of buying one
Highest rung tooth pick splintered into your sinus lung
Cue tip? (I'm good) no, you're just dying young

Verse 3 {Aesop Rock}
God when he box
Long arm outlined
Laws allocating Mallon by the alpines
Stat, jowl line choppin up his wonder years
Druther's go forever undiscovered here (want air?)

Verse 4 {Rob Sonic}
For the rabbit ears at
Your rival's house
Smoke ring roped to the wing
Of that'll spiral down
Devil work, metal merchants, and muffler thieves
Luggage wrapped to your parts
And his heart's in his dungarees