Couple Things Lice

[Verse 1: Aesop Rock]
All grown stuff, long road no fluff
Piece of work, eat the turn buckle like a roast duck
Post punk, played it back, Raider of the rations
Blacksmith: forge Coltrane out of Klaxons
Zap! The riddle wriggle on about the residue
A social advocate, a Black Phillip at the petting zoo
Run ragged til the blood magic pretzel you
Rag tag plasma donors clashing over devil's food
(Cake)
These are the breaks that make the embers blue
I can't wake up without a lake of fire to step into
I can't wake up without a battle scene to emulate
I'm in the kitchen repositioning the trebuchets
Top row swan dive, aim for the ballyhoo
Bonzai! Certain death hangs from a parachute
My bows and arrows like two lovers underneath the Paris moon
They been together since the bounty hunt this afternoon
And K-I-S-S-I-N-G, Eyes on his rivalries
Look at all these wonderful prizes inside his diaries
I write about delirium and disappearing devils
Then frame it with a margin of the most feared symbols
And a shitty drawing of me playing Guns n' Roses pinball
People peeking in my window like they might just wear my skin home
I walk like a D-Day sim
You walk like a de-veined shrimp
Simp!