Jonathan

[Intro] Hurt feelings are bound to happen.. Just bliss-out and fantasize a lot, and wear rainbows D-D-D-D-Do that shit Do that shit Do that shit Do that shit Do that shit D-D-D-D-Do that shit Do that shit Do that shit Do that shit Do that shit D-D-D-D-Do [Verse: Aesop Rock & Rob Sonic] Every couple summers, me and a couple hunters Like to row in from the isle of astonishing motherfuckers Machines cleaner than three marines' mothers' rooms Came in peace but leaving with keys to your VW Needle-nosed pliers and a paragon of level design These are the weapons of bedeviling times If the medicine chest temper like a towny come untethered To a busker with a twenty minute "Downeaster Alexa" ... cover I didn't start the fire but I plan to Dance around it naked with pagans, leggings, and pan-flutes Shampoo, hairspray, hustler friends Eat shit, die like it's Just For Men Most illinest, toast the mutineer of the year I'm a bum, my motherfucking beard has a beard Hot stepper, leper with measurements all wrong I'm a beast, my motherfucking dog got a dog I'm sorry, deeper in the polygons Radical brats compare teeth on the promenade Man's worst friend, tragedy prone Skirting a never-ending exodus from Madame Tussauds He's an immediate threat, speaking nefarious tongues Reeking of variant faith, drinking that heresy punch I play defender at the center for the never enough You called it losing my way, I called it leveling up Up up ante, Danny riding through the west wing Big wheel bloody, fuzzy images of dead twins Cuff links, button-up, sloppy coat, no hat Satan's mother, twisted sister, brothers Grimm and ghost dad Number six throwback, Mickey Mantle Upper Deck Jackknife pegasus to basic bitches rubberneck Pinky swear, bible belt, o-ring on his spider bite Flat rate to the city if you iffy gypsies ride or die Salt in his wounds (Check) Rice in his stomach (Check) Price on his head (Check) Lice in his mullet (Check) Head on a stake, feet gracing the Ottoman Sweaty bandanna, come meet the amazing Jonathan Hi Jonathan, meet the amazing Hollow Man Turn a snow globe into a lava lamp Backyard, black marshmallows on his olive branch Dressed up like an evil villain dressed up like a soccer dad Mallon, we don't plan it Skull tats, banshee bunk in a bone hammock Drunk from its own damage, sell 'cuz it's well made Ducks that are both sitting and standing at Hells gate Girl, you smell great [Outro] Now-now Whatcha gonna do Sucka Whatcha-whatcha gonna do N-Now What-whatcha-whatcha gonna do Sucka Whatcha-what-whatcha gonna do Now-now Whatcha gonna do Sucka Whatcha-whatcha gonna do N-Now What-whatcha-whatcha gonna do Sucka What-whatcha gonna do [Skit: Aesop Rock, Rob Sonic, All] I got tickets, again, to this Phantom of the Opera What're you craz-She's like the ticket master this girl I know- She's got tickets to everything I can't- Oh my God yo What? What's wrong? They're closing the bowling alley Oh the bowling alley? What the- I was born there What? What're we gonna do man? They close the bowling alley whats next? Churches? Hospitals? Ugh There's only one thing to do... Fundraiser concert!