[Aesop Rock]
Who's that walking with a hole in his head?
Big bad Bazooka Tooth, I came to break bread
What's a troop's recipe for treacherous times?
I tell 'em..ah, f___ it, yo!

I pull the elephant tranq out of my neck
Gaffle a tank, count up the chips, wrastle the fangs off of my fist
Flood a little soldier blood over the ogre acres
On some holiday in Cambodia with motor home appraisers

Pagans fade into the kodochrome now, later
With a lid to brow staple revist the cobra loading zone
Molar foaming but he hold his own wound
Cauterized by the zippo he had stole that afternoon

And my dog tags jingle by the monster island heart he built
Grew up with a jughead crown tilt and tardy slip
Be all you can be just never soothed us (Nope!)
You lost me in that part about scrubbing p___ with a toothbrush

Holler scum's lullaby, live from the ultra-fly
Sham city bunker where the coldest cults multiply
Alarmingly, hush little baby, timeout!
The black market mockingbirds can not sing a lick, but lean to peck your eyes out

Of commission with love, out a tradition of wraiths
Pick on the visions that buzz bet on the kitten's escape
Solder the piston to pump out a veteran amplifier
And magnify through the same lens that set the ants on fire

Flush the moppet hootenanny, who could fancy
Honor circuit when the circle's every duke is clammy?
Trooper, scoop the food in pantry, ante up, stupid! May delusion feed 'em Foofi candy
And pry the gold out of his tooth when lamping

Pocket all you can now, block will lead the lambs down
To the cold cutlery outfit, slaughter beef and cow tip
Pour the chief some fountain soda, motor p___e to pen the holy opus
And pry this monkey off the scoliosis, like:

[Chorus]
Who's that walking with a hole in his head?
Bazooka Tooth, gemini, I came to break bread
What's a troop's recipe for treacherous times?
I tell 'em fast cars, danger, fire and knives, let's go
Fast cars, danger, fire and knives
Fast cars, danger, fire and knives
Fast cars, danger, fire and knives
I got her majesty Athena riding shotty wide-eyed

[Aesop Rock]
It's like never mind the bullocks
Like every other week these hipster tabloids jumping on and off my s__ pistol's bullets
Like every other week he spins the bottle
Like every other week these f___ing fanzines forget if they spit or swallow

Too bad your inner sheep never forgets to follow
'Cause my inner greed to feed your hate for loving us is hostile
Fortunate for me it coincides with what comes natural
So the mongrels that I run with turn the 'f___ you's into fast food

Like a little freak sick of the 3 o'clock bully knuckle dust
Nursing his last shiner, finds the s_____x in his mother's truck (Uh-oh!)
Tomorrow's extra curricular punching bag
Will finger daddy's widow maker out a brown lunch bag (Bang!)

This is where the hunch back snake oil peddlers
stuck under the burgundy sky of spaghetti westerns
Tend to bubble up, Weathermen huddle up
Today, the son of one too many 'yes sir's kings his checkers, watch the double jump

Back with a platter of hot leeches
That'll drink up-every b_____ drop down to the last diseases
It's A-E-S-O-P-R-O-C-K, the peak twister
Defender of the son of Vaughn Bode's Cheech Wizard

I used to pray the treatments got easier with my aging
like serotonin weekends was merely comedic hazing
Wrong, but along his travels located the key to world peace:
"Kill every m_________er but me!"

You cool with that? Cool, bang, you cool? Hang
You? No? Uh..bang? Cool, sorry dog, rules are rules
And too long have I followed yours, I'm trying to get them years back
And walk through every cipher with dynamite in a beer hat

[Chorus]
Who's that walking with a hole in his head?
Bazooka Tooth Krueger, I came to break bread
What's a troop's recipe for treacherous times?
I tell 'em fast cars, danger, fire and knives, let's go
Fast cars, danger, fire and knives
Fast cars, danger, fire and knives
fast cars, danger, fire and knives
I got her majesty Athena riding shotty wide-eyed

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