Pins and Needles

[Intro] Mom? Are you busy? Not right now, honey. Can I help you with something? I hope so. My head has really been itching lately Let me have a look. Oh dear... What is it, Mom? Just as I suspected, it's lice [Verse 1: Aesop Rock & Homeboy Sandman] Call me if you need a bum to bring the belching Or a situation worsened by someone who thinks they're helping The drums are eatin' healthy; hell, he might deploy the garrison Who rap like hanging out with rappers hadn't turned to parenting (It had)—Barrel over everyone you're parroting He don't need a map to lead a rat into the Paris green Professionally peeking through the blinds I will read up on your peeves; I will eat up all your fries They don't make enough tie-dye my size People wondering, what race am I? Yet they build an Aes-and-I shrine Taxin' fools like H&R Block, Agent Orange, get your A&R shot Space to roam, like the Italy spot Bitter critters get at me for diddly squat Stop; I'd point out if not for being tasteless All your faces at the base of my— yo [Chorus: Aesop Rock & Homeboy Sandman] You on point, Sand? All the time, Aes You on point, Sand? All the time, Aes You on point, Sand? All the time, Aes Well, then, grab the microphone—I'm late for my own wake [Verse 2: Homeboy Sandman & Aesop Rock] Will do, just write down the address where I can bill you Sandy feeling wholesome 'midst the soap scum and the mildew Councilmen for sponsoring bikinis for the swim team Life would be tragic without Egyptian Magic skin cream Minister of shit's creek, Ballroom Blitzing Under cloud cover, the color of fresh squid ink Five-dollar milkshake, half-raw New York strip steak Jaguar shark in the fish tank Batman in a bird cage, birdbrain Go shawty, it's your birfday "Danger" isn't my middle name—it's my first name These pretzels are making me thirs-tay Yo, my parents still don't understand How their stoner son could turn a silver tongue into a brand Hack pulp writer, neither young or in demand More a pandemic, crawling from the guts of the expanse [Hook: Homeboy Sandman & Aesop Rock] You on point, Aes? All the time, Sand You on point, Aes? All the time, Sand You on point, Aes? Yeah all the time, Sand Well, then, grab the microphone, and lift the Muslim ban [Verse 3: Aesop Rock & Homeboy Sandman] Ugh, twists and turns and turns and twists When I step into the mall, they yell, "Burn the witch" I serve with wailing spirits and weeping walls Cave-dwellers and whoever look the least evolved He freefall through traffic, short a couple hubcaps Sword high; wore a white tie to the bloodbath Don Mattingly mustache Naked-lady mud-flaps Funk that, thumbtacks for your dunce cap It's my world; my ex-girl got me a gun rack Tried to rub against me with her funbags Changed man—now, I'm above that I vowed to search for where they'd hidden the gem But nowadays, I'm more concerned with hitting the gym Boondogles of the prodigal son Beer goggles for the cardinal sin