Used Cars

[Verse 1: Aesop Rock, Rob Sonic]

Used coats, usurped thrones

FUBAR crews out New York homes

Students of a cruel world mutate room noise

Illustrate Man as a food shaped chew toy

Dwarf mode, shoes don't fit

Wire cut grumpy, honey moon clothespin

Fire bug, tummy bloody, blue-nosed pit

I got ninety-nine problems, twenty-two is (Oh shit)

Yo I never don't trip, codenamed (Oh shit)

Cold brains in his bowl, got the game show rigged

Oh sugar, the butcher and his readily unsettling

Fury are impervious to conventional weaponry

Undead Kennedy as heathen's hammer

Stakes through the heart of the teens and campers

Who came for the trees and the cheesy banter

And they pray to the cross in between your antlers

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[Verse 2: Aesop Rock, Rob Sonic]

Used cars, glue loose parts

Snake eyes take high noon too far

Agent of darkness, arm of a banned surgeon

Cellophane miracle, fish in his hand burning

Sport coats with dough in both chins

Rose colored hand on a lamb with Logan

Heavy metal trench on the bench of his home gym

With some green tea leaves and leaning like (Oh shit)

Coyotes in the crows nest, homie (Oh shit)

Toast petrified rowers on a bloated ghost ship

Going rogue, in robes that double as mobile homes

Wax in his stash and puzzling coat of arms

A Bonaparte overcompensating

When you're not saying nothing like an Amish station

Tell God I said hi and to drop some Amens

For the nicest MCs at the tapas tasting

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[Verse 3: Aesop Rock, Rob Sonic]

Used names, chew through chains

Reptiles, crock pots, new Kool-Aids

Uncool, but sooner haul his mission to the furnace

Than casually evolve into the visage of a serpent

Left home and acquired a slow twitch

From working all night by the light of an old fridge

Might be the lone kid that sold you the toll bridge

For three grand flat, how's that for an (Oh shit)

Mary Mallon get dough shit, smoking (Oh shit)

Where the No King keepers individually Go Fish

House in a tree trunk, steampunk goggles

Pink hearts, yellow moons, green junk, waffles

Steal out the box, leaving the store open

Begging for forgiveness and needing a small role in

Competing with all omens for a nifty prize

Of a "Number 1" ribbon and a "Kick Me" sign

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