[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