[Aesop Rock]
Was in the throes of Rome with goat's legs
Clip clip clop, it was misfit o'clock
Will it be the batty in the belfry
Or witches in the pond if you visit pick an image and respond, blister in the sun
Kiss it with your tongue
Listen every little signal has been criminally sponged
Or molested by a symphony of thumbs
And eventually neglected
Here is how the symmetry was won
Fourth quarter it's infinity to none
Arms hung through the pillory
And swung 'til the hickey and the guillotine are one
Literally calling all heartworms back to the can from whence you came, jittery and drunk
Get a grip on the immediate belittling
Triggered from a vitiated brain
That couldn't mediate the little things
Wait...stranger danger
Your names escape me in a blaze of manga
When the cel-shades fade and cancel
All the rain's made of anvils
You should start a band called The Stand-Stills
Pitter patter antennae, antlers
Animated man hammered into canned shambles
And everybody is nuzzled in the bosom of they handlers
Watch: can I get a gambit or not?
Not
Dang, finally met his Waterloo and what are you
The recreant who wouldn't cut a tooth
Here's the proof
Not that I need it, only cuz' I want y'all to have it
Know that to know this
Strictly shark tank shit
Was in the throes of Rome with goat's legs
Clip clip clop, it was misfit o'clock
Will it be the batty in the belfry
Or witches in the pond if you visit pick an image and respond, blister in the sun
Kiss it with your tongue
Listen every little signal has been criminally sponged
Or molested by a symphony of thumbs
And eventually neglected
Here is how the symmetry was won
Fourth quarter it's infinity to none
Arms hung through the pillory
And swung 'til the hickey and the guillotine are one
Literally calling all heartworms back to the can from whence you came, jittery and drunk
Get a grip on the immediate belittling
Triggered from a vitiated brain
That couldn't mediate the little things
Wait...stranger danger
Your names escape me in a blaze of manga
When the cel-shades fade and cancel
All the rain's made of anvils
You should start a band called The Stand-Stills
Pitter patter antennae, antlers
Animated man hammered into canned shambles
And everybody is nuzzled in the bosom of they handlers
Watch: can I get a gambit or not?
Not
Dang, finally met his Waterloo and what are you
The recreant who wouldn't cut a tooth
Here's the proof
Not that I need it, only cuz' I want y'all to have it
Know that to know this
Strictly shark tank shit
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