[Verse 1: Aesop Rock]
Uh
Duck, duck, I'm too next
Punks jump to get suplexed
My two cents is y'all fucked up
So come buddy up with these moose heads
I get blood and guts on my work clothes
So no turncoats and no funny stuff
I go turbo, ya do run run, or get chaperoned back to bumblefuck
Rabbit holes on rabbit holes, with no long goodbyes, I just vamonos
I might reappear as some vagabond who yell dirty words into a traffic cone
Ain't shit but some sick joke, I don't mix well with this milquetoast
Day ones get wished well, but I give hell to these bridge trolls
It go late night, I'm no saint, I'm so gone, don't change
I ain't old school, I ain't new school
I'm more no school like snow days
Stowaways start popping out, posse up on y'all stomping grounds
Mainstays turn nomad, it's still no match for these foxhounds
Smokestack, I'm dead inside, four wheels, one hell ride
Two hands with ten middle fingers, one shit grin, two pecked eyes
All pressurized
Ante up, my tantrum is on full tilt
Drum roll, come talk tough, I'm like cough cough, it's all bullshit
[Verse 2: MF DOOM]
Shitty fingers in your weed jar
This whole world is like VR
Free shows at the rebar
All hokey and yeehaw
Keep plucking your guitar
See par dipped off the price is right
Free car, we are
Bob Barker, much darker
Black parka, fat marker
Mic sparker
Metal face, more bodies than a
Night stalker
Ramirez switching all the he says, she says
Prefer to follow her
Unless she itching between these legs
Meticulous, hero shine, zero swine, green eggs
Pack got more whiny rappers that's more annoying than scene kids
Villain crush green dust into fine powder
Vanilla Dutch, pop clutch, feel rush
Feel up on the real nuts
No pause, rappers all broads, no bras
Violating all the smoke laws
White lies, folklores, bleed out, no gauze
Zombies with their headsets
Nah, he's not dead yet, bet
Been centuries fighting armies and these death threats
Uh
Duck, duck, I'm too next
Punks jump to get suplexed
My two cents is y'all fucked up
So come buddy up with these moose heads
I get blood and guts on my work clothes
So no turncoats and no funny stuff
I go turbo, ya do run run, or get chaperoned back to bumblefuck
Rabbit holes on rabbit holes, with no long goodbyes, I just vamonos
I might reappear as some vagabond who yell dirty words into a traffic cone
Ain't shit but some sick joke, I don't mix well with this milquetoast
Day ones get wished well, but I give hell to these bridge trolls
It go late night, I'm no saint, I'm so gone, don't change
I ain't old school, I ain't new school
I'm more no school like snow days
Stowaways start popping out, posse up on y'all stomping grounds
Mainstays turn nomad, it's still no match for these foxhounds
Smokestack, I'm dead inside, four wheels, one hell ride
Two hands with ten middle fingers, one shit grin, two pecked eyes
All pressurized
Ante up, my tantrum is on full tilt
Drum roll, come talk tough, I'm like cough cough, it's all bullshit
[Verse 2: MF DOOM]
Shitty fingers in your weed jar
This whole world is like VR
Free shows at the rebar
All hokey and yeehaw
Keep plucking your guitar
See par dipped off the price is right
Free car, we are
Bob Barker, much darker
Black parka, fat marker
Mic sparker
Metal face, more bodies than a
Night stalker
Ramirez switching all the he says, she says
Prefer to follow her
Unless she itching between these legs
Meticulous, hero shine, zero swine, green eggs
Pack got more whiny rappers that's more annoying than scene kids
Villain crush green dust into fine powder
Vanilla Dutch, pop clutch, feel rush
Feel up on the real nuts
No pause, rappers all broads, no bras
Violating all the smoke laws
White lies, folklores, bleed out, no gauze
Zombies with their headsets
Nah, he's not dead yet, bet
Been centuries fighting armies and these death threats
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