Mailbox Baseball

[Verse 1: Aesop Rock] Brother to the boogie, boys with the illest Cousin of the philly, guts littering your Plymouth Bubble gum and duct tape holding in his innards Outsides parched, insides pickled Flowed when he shoulda ebbed or departed Squarely in the byway of invaders painting targets Black knights errant wading out into the harvest Copper plated zinc, compensated harlots [Verse 2: Rob Sonic] Jolly roger flags, glass in his gill Mary wants the captain jacked and dragged to the bilge Tethered to the weathervane and drained of his fill Poured into cups, and drank once its chilled Crazy fucking loon, bugs on his lips Tugging on his handle bar mustache grips Steiner full of shells and a belt full of clips For the first, time he’s left off your list [Hook: Aesop Rock & Rob Sonic] Mailbox Baseball [Verse 3: Aesop Rock] Least sandbagged, most unimpressed Finger-nailed Creedmore walls in the flesh Feed into the fabric of distraction and death Statler alarmed, Waldorf upset Green moss chops, dummy after dinner Bottle rockets soaring as little surrogate fingers Draw claw marks across a permanent winter Age-old husk, immature forever [Verse 4: Rob Sonic] Run from the hounds, marking the wall Mommy tattooed on the arm of the law Maid milked drilled till the partridge appalled More game got, cartridge installed What’s on first? bases are warm And all of them are mine and their faces deformed Chin music played on the razors reward P isn’t free, pay for the porn [Hook: Aesop Rock & Rob Sonic] Mailbox Baseball [Verse 5: Aesop Rock] Half Great Dane, half Great Depression Tin can tail finding anarchy impressive Taught himself to rap and calibrate archaic weapons Wiz on the techs, class pay attention Pocket knives theatre, mutiny Houdini Disappear before appearing sorcery is easy Might've picked the wrong week for cordially retreating Hang on to your fillings, organize your species [Verse 6: Rob Sonic] Red alert panic, hands on the deck Motor mouth body shop canceled your check East bound and up truck sample sex Mouth full of Miller, handful of X Skim from the top, undercut the take Clubber Lang the banker butter up the other 8 Wait for the beep leave your number and your name And why it is you called, props or complaints? [Hook: Aesop Rock & Rob Sonic] Mailbox Baseball