Wolf Piss Aesop Rock x Blockhead

[Verse 1]
Spin doc
Sweet dreams go Hitchcock
Discord with no sick days
Limbs draped in all ripstop
Faded ink on my ribcage
My glass heart, my shit brains
My jaguars around beautiful New York strip steak
Ain't shit change
Doodle over these blueprints
I been shoo-shooed, I been boo hissed
Chewed up, he's too much
I ain't too much, y'all too prim
World's end around curfew
When they rotate grotesque forms
Sneak up in some mech suit
Make off with they best horse
Roads paved with pulled pins
Hood sprayed with wolf piss
Engineer of this tire fire
Come pull up on that bullshit
I might peace out of my deep freeze
And turn pale death in like two shakes
Swoop in and get touchéd
Tune in to my blue phase
October, I'm in bloom
When that cold snap and that wind croon
Trail mix in my road pack
And no roads back to this igloo
Stick and move around dead light, he ain't talk much
Step aside for my left-right, I'm like on one
Never mind when these dogs mush