Aesop Rock — Super Fluke

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[Verse 1]
I skunk the blood up as to numb the public interface
Before the anime corrodes I’m tryin’ to fork the figure eights
Hogwash etiquette, truncate long haul leverage picket
Outbuild auto-bricklayers with 10 guerrilla digits
A to Don Darko, bark O beautiful piranha gossip
Cobwebs on the Kafka, choked up on Watcher logic
With a left-center field indicator gesture gently
Smash when the 101-octane hemlock tea pumps chest to extremities
And phenom limp it to the wicked recon
Prowler fist up with a Bowser twist vs. America’s kooky coward clips
(Pump breaks, cupcake) I melt through the father formula
Goofus murked Gallant, the missing link was apparent
Drugstore cowboy, hold floors and grudges
Fuck the Judy piece while Elroy burgle space cakes from the cupboard
I could kill a cockroach with only Wallabees and rug burn
Pin ’em down and funnel up boric acid chuggers if stubborn
Mash jackals, hacks flash Bedazzlers
Capture flags and crash test happy campers
For the typecast ponies grazing through the weekend
Ring alarms with bassy kicks that flip whips on the Major Deegon
Left out of dodge nauseous (I don’t feel good)
Yo El, leave the keys to the Delorian with Lauren at the office
I peak the 88 streak off with a fiery disposition
And basic serotonin deficient symptoms

[Hook]
Alpha uno compute (Aesop)
Motor mouth askew at the root (Rock)
Brick house, huff, blew the roof
Please don’t feed the bazooka tooth
Evolution super fluke
Evolution super fluke
Evolution super fluke
Please, don’t

[Verse 2]
With a kiddy pool full of warm milk, Nyquil and powdered Ambien they found him, trying to drown sheep and count ’em
The rowers keep rowing. Pachyderm tranq dart blowgun pressed to the nape of the neck only spent 12 seconds frozen
Marathon eye-opener most likely misinterpreted, ‘cuz one bad night before the big briefing ain’t breached the surface yet
Holler dirt merchant… echo out Brooklyn, where the women are beautiful and the vagrants piss crooked
This is the sound of one man getting high with one hand in a forest with a tree falling alone… ya heard?
Cut rugs to it. Me and my leaky budget nickel-bribe the judges just as a beautiful goose egg motif’s adorning the panel’s judgment
(Overnight Biggies) Overnight Biggies plunk quarters into an A & R Zoltar while the incubated fade collar pop folklore in effect
Now they want to mitigate the gusto, that’s like asking the cast of Watership Down to fuck slow
Homogenized carnies
Voodoo lullaby placebo collide zombies
Blazing R&B sucker pop lolli fuck spoon futile cartoony maneuvers to soothe roosters
Doctor I’m having headaches and pink slip’s in my locker
My agita needs a walker. (Hey) It’s better than Cats!
See a grown-ass-man decay to red worm food in house fly years while y’all stable, like all aspiring actors waiting tables

[Hook]
Alpha uno compute (Aesop)
Motor mouth askew at the root (Rock)
Brick house, huff, blew the roof
Please don’t feed the bazooka tooth
Evolution super fluke
Evolution super fluke
Evolution super fluke
Please, don’t

[Verse 3]
So I line ’em up and ask ’em flat… wanna de-worm the belly of this? Orphan bloodlust or timidity?
Solidify. Widdle I Aes millipede uncivil. When Millie pulled the pistol that tore the vanilla sky across the middle
A billion little crimson pinholes sweat on vintage quill venom developed by a fatal blues anthology
Communities on cue bury their ostrich beaks
Thought it was carnie mirrors ’til the cold morning stunk the stink of obsolete heroes
Hyena for the sci-fi, God barter «non» for hyphen
Promo charted phobia specific violence like a 50 foot Bob Barker deployed to incinerate New York, which in a way’s more scary than thermonuclear war
I got my tongue down Karma’s throat
Half a dozen spy cams rigged up in blackmail science
Swamp rats back off a destiny that fucks her clients hence the riots
You lose, she knew about the tapes and asked for my assistance to clip the biased
Lucky sevens buddy up for mass taxidermy
Some burn facts and secure camo to past
I’m open bodega with ankle anvil pre-shackled out, cancel hackers backwards ’til the death tarot and rains collabo
Hope’s a broken arrow stabbing blind through the fog in the log cabin, which gathered and hasn’t budged since 9/11
Give him a couple close friends, a woman in his old bed while he waits. He’ll hug it all with no plans to escape