Tumbleweed

[Verse 1: Aesop Rock] Z-z-z-z-z, pop go the landscape Belly-up throwing socks at the fan blades One o’clock, dummy lock eyes with a mickey mouse pancake Pox on his tipping side handshake Slobs in a city-wide campground, translate Tan lions examining how the lamb taste Needs more saffron, leads four eyes where his hands ain’t Hand-painted mask on, Badassquiat Tap math rock on a heartstring Mosh like a sasquatch LARPing Seen amoebas grow to vapid fashionistas Freeing a can of worms mistook for a panacea See the regulars exude a particular brand of diva ‘Til a basic interaction take a local anesthesia to stomach Amnesia beloved, reanimated from the chrysalis Splitting atoms over shitty crinkle cuts Let me guess another mac the knife with the Passion of Christ I would rather be trapped in ice He flexi with the TEC and exit left from the director’s chair Pocket-knife and a box of strike anywheres Might break off from the pack like Uncle Traveling Matt Mail a couple suspicious packages back But the mission is in front of him, Operation: Tooth and Nail Turn troops into boots and belts [Verse 2: Billy Woods] Russian roullette relationships Step in the front door guns to your own heads His and her 44s matching rubber grips Just Me & My Bitch/romantic revolvers She threatened to leave/replied I’d buy that for a dollar Took a few weeks but I’m back to rolling ‘em smaller It’s the little things, the bitter flings Rebounding with the illest springs Icarus aloft on pride’s brittle wings Heavy hand, Singapore Slings, good man I appreciate a barkeep who keep my cup on brim And might perhaps point me towards some trim Eye blinks pan flashes Suddenly the only person in the bar not wearing glasses Keeps a flask in hand but for that special someone might pass it The Minus Man, takes his meals alone close to home two glasses Cote de Rhone Slipped out unnoticed, the tip was decent Nods good evening to policemen passing the precinct Must’ve already made quota Crocodile Tears P.W. Botha Maybe I shoulda stuck it out instead going home to a sofa Arrived via chauffeur Dipped in a jack-o-lantern arm in arm with a slattern Shot from the hip, excuses in the holster, extended clip One in the head and I ain't stop squeezing till I knew it was dead