Kiln

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[Verse 1: Rob Sonic, Aesop Rock]

From the tree house, you can now see the silhouette

Greasy, poor, needy boy speeding off in a limo stretch

Seedy talk, slow and low tow his comb through his widow's edge

Sleepy dog lying for science dying and pillow pet

Creepy still leaning on tire iron and lobby glass

Forty-four, door to door, order more of them body bags

Posse packed, corduroy, water toys and karate class

I'll be back, Play dough with Beowolf in a Chachi mask (Copy That)

Roger this, modern twist on a running theme

Minus Dean, dominate pocket change for the other team

Gutters cleaned, chimney swept, give 'em depth for a color scheme

Egg shell over bland white, van dyke over hunter green

What it means, forward ho, courts close to the watching eye

Tears like his are tenured and rendered for when his father died

Anchored to his angled and tangled for when his pocket's lined

Golden goose, holding two bowling shoes for his Columbine

Hop a ride, tag along, add a song to your mini-mix

Mega man, egg a van, razor clamped to his chinny chins

Sixty-six, route down, moving down to the Dixie chick

This monkey brought a weapon and heaven give him a pixie stick

Is he sick, if so, make him hurl all the stuff he drank

Hold his hand behind his back, get his hat and his money, thanks

Once he blanks, stand him up, hand him some of the onion rings

Tell him that he's good, get him Bush Tonic, Cutty Ranks

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[Verse 2: Aesop Rock]

Side winders wind through fried wires

In a room of hired primates climbing on typewriters

Trying desperately to organize an alphabet in prose

That would render them in drastically exaggerated roles

I know I shouldn't care and I'm too old to play the dozens

But admittedly I visualize some ultimate comeuppance with

Heads on pikes and pikes on walls and hell bound knights who deny all involvement, it's awful

Off on a tough blue huffy

Got a bucktooth youth from an uncool cubby

Who step inside the club like a statue crying blood

Dance floor scattered, staff asking why I'd come

Man... shamefully whichever way you cut it

I was trying to impress some people I can't even stomach

You'd like to think you're cool enough to not care if you're cool

But the spirit gets distracted, the flesh is fucking cruel

They drag you to the tempest and extend you to the wolves

This would be the time if you had any cool signature moves

Escape artist careful not to spook the horses

From zero to a symphony of molecules in orbit

I never had a gold chain, never had a cold beer

Had a codename and a moral code he hold dear

Guts pecked out pigs snout gross beard

A B C fingers stuck in both ears

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