AESOP ROCK - Catacomb Kids lyrics
rate meI was a dark dumb student, no hooky rookie daytrippin on visions of chickens that looked like R Crumb drew em. They grew em in the royal dirt of Suffolk County's flooring with the blood of an alcoholic clergyman in his forearms. Long Island was porn stars and puppies pushing sniffles, fit into the eighth dimension or slipped through the pin holes?, zoop? slipped through the pin holes?, crisped into god sender. Who thunk over a quarter plunked a local? mortal con? vendor.
Who broke the verbal squad sensor? Root down, feelers out across the marsh before it was "Awesome Car! " I called in car cavalry cooked in an 85 Dodge Aries, gas for Huntington and back barely. Equipped with super soakers full of piss and an uncanny knack for constantly upsetting pigs by doing stupid shit. The kid? bartered? his ring king dummies to King Kullen where they hollered "F**k the World" from a parking lot of the suburbs. A couple spray cans and a little litter, but they'd look at us like swindlers with them Ricky Kasso jitters. So f**k em a nd glutton sunk into the alley for props but things will still go bump when them halogens pop. Believe. I'll be there when it happens so shake another plates off the mantel, mistake another flames off the candle, the lady of the lake off the answers, admitting their mistakes 'til they're deplanting cadavers. Now it's rest in peace Lou Peters in whose heaters sung disturbingly to further reevaluate your beast of burden's urgency. Damn doggy, good times, thanks. I wrote your name in wet cement by the Brooklyn banks.
Activator. Made a fire, made a wheel, made a snack for later. Catacomb kids cuddle up fantastic labor. When the town's speed freaks sleep, trap the traitor. He will ask for papers.? I'm an activator. Made a roof, made a weapon, made a flag from paper by the snotty little nuzzle of a latchkey neighbor. When the? pope does shaggy? over some dap from gators, he will catch the vapors.
Couple Playboy mudflaps and hell on his heels. Beautifully echoed in a pace with your shovelers meals, like not a farmer among us had a harvest survive the winter. So dinner is split a lima bean in triplets. Pick a winner. We took a couple summers puking pills behind the dumpster, as the largest Pez dispenser on record recouped his numbers. One shoe in the soupy gutter, one shoe in the velvet heaven. Where the mermaids haul em, shake up out a lake of melted weapons. He could... dance pretty with the hooligan nation, who will be paitiently awaiting zookeeper facelift. Extra. The days of your pain and similar uber apeshit, we merely updated the ancient 8-bit. Yeah, I'm dumber than a cow on a roof in a flood, who's not as dumb as the watered down beef from the burgers that jumped. I'm dumber than a Taz on a beach chair with a Martini, who's not as dumb as a tat with the same scenery.? Walking female? pig stigmata for all good sport. Garbage Pail Kids unite at the mall food court. Chase cheese fries with binaca. They had shut the school down early, there were bombs inside the lockers. No concept of the problem, we responded like a snow day, it was clobber shit to flotsam but the cops said it was OK. OK *show* the squadron's back into their boxes like it's breakfast club of hotheads show no progress to the doctors.
And I walk into the office, cough an awful ether often, flood a parking meter fever, knuckle up the love and rockets. It was reign of the razor laser, day of the cloudy howdy, flight of the shelter melter, you can bow without me.
Knock em out the box, Aes.
Thanks to leo for these lyrics
