Mud

[Verse 1: Homeboy Sandman] My name written in blood, my sword covered in rust My songs written in mud, I'm in the trench with no one to trust The things I counted on been ground into dust God bless the child of its that sprouted underground with the C.H.U.D Except for falling in love ain't no better feeling on the earth Than getting the smirk wiped from off of your mug Undecoded and been voted "The Least Likely to Budge" Taking chances where the answers always "all the above" Good luck calling my bluff, had to lay the hammer On your hunt and gathering stuff, It was rather abrupt Set the balance for battalions too wary to lug Rations across a battlefield that's barren, shit is barracks or bust Nobody taught me not to stare at the sun Only photocopies for the class to share and discuss Man, your mathematics may be fine for finding the sum But that ain't nearly what's up [Chorus: Aesop Rock & Homeboy Sandman] I'm covered in that grit Covered in that sludge Covered in that muck Covered in that mud See, I'm covered in that sweat Covered in that blood Got covered in that stuck Covered in that mud [Verse 2: Aesop Rock] Yeah, time to make the donuts Eat, drink, annihilate the bogus Wide awake and snarling, the dark wings opening on my darling I speak in holy code and keep the rodeo alarming, homie Old eyes parrot a roach that won't die Slow night spirit looking for a hive to ghost ride Over the river through the woods, I eat the bread, I spoon the mush Keep it dirty, we prefer misshapen over cookie cut My office hours are noon for thirty seconds Then it's off into the tempest for berries and buried treasures Trade tall tales with lepers and lost dogs Swing claws at pinatas and the shapes of all y'alls Hey, the new voice of a defective species Reflect from the cheap seats, checking his cheat sheets Eat a raw horse heart, yum, yum, four stars At the fork is a forfeit of a foreign march [Chorus: Homeboy Sandman & Aesop Rock] I'm covered in that grit Covered in that sludge Covered in that muck Covered in that mud See, I'm covered in that sweat Covered in that blood Got covered in that stuck Covered in that mud [Verse 3: Homeboy Sandman & Aesop Rock] Swap a ace out for a joker Rise with the rebels, feisty, feral My poker face is not for playing poker Never die, never shy from the pedal The number on my ticket reads eternity Up in the wee hours, bark in a building See it Feel it I'm steady as the fingers of a surgeon Aware the destination is as absurd as the excursion Aware that the extent of the hilarity will vary And the climax and the ending all depending on the version Spongebob PJs, dreaming of deep space Sleep spooning a nuclear briefcase Spoon sugar till his teeth ache, three cheers Two for his team, one queen in the bee beard *btzz* [Chorus: Homeboy Sandman & Aesop Rock] I'm covered in that grit Covered in that sludge Covered in that muck Covered in that mud See, I'm covered in that sweat Covered in that blood Got covered in that stuck Covered in that mud