King Cone Hail Mary Mallon

[Chorus: Rob Sonic & Aesop Rock]
In a Pinto, nose on the window
We don't really know which way the wind blow
At the state fair won a stuffed reindeer
We don't really know why we came here
At the drive in checking if his fly zipped
We don't really know what 'get a life' is
At the trade show looking at the lame-os
We don't really know we're in the same boat

[Verse 1: Aesop Rock]
I dip dive, skinned alive, and pinned open
Split wide petting zoo a piggy trichinosis
Tricky-tricky scattering over divine terror
Pride of the dilemma, eye of the chimera
Wide world slam dance to the gambit, bam bam
Hands of a bandit, temperament of Ram Man
Disillusion with you and your man's man's manse
Behind doors your porridge and Tim Tam slams
I was in a scramble posturing alongside boogeymen
Green teeth chewing on his hoodie strings
Maybe wound tighter than I should have been - probably
A mannerism born of Christmas shopping at the Dollar Tree
Act important get sorted behind a Jollibee
Promised land blue collars hopping on piranha plants
Whether blood from a stone or tapenade from an olive branch
Hail Mary Mallon do the monster mash!