Cat Food - Aesop Rock

At night I wear a wolf’s head on my regular head

Consider an irregular character sketch

Food hoarder, communes with the flora

Computes in cahoots with beauty and brute force

I’ve got a brand new normal at a thirty in New York, plus

Years at the fire pulling portions out of corn husks

Never mind time on the short bus

Terrifying errant knights thwarting any motherfucking fork tongued-sport

Agita flashing the hind molars, though his body less a weapon more a bag of

lipomas

Over medium, treat skin-tags like scratch-offs

Rap like black-ops, rappers like lap dogs

He got the rad moves, catty alpha rat-proof (wait)

Twenty-sided die at the crap-shoot (wait)

Looking for a black hole to casually collapse through

Try aisle nine by the cat food

There it is

Ooh wee, do we roast in a bilge, when the skinny from afar is «Thar be gold in

them hills»

Time better let a couple truths decay, or somebody going to rue the day

Check, check, check

Catch 'em on the lam

(I ain’t joking)

No maps, no muster point

(Nah, I ain’t joking)

I put a pebble on a tomb

(I ain’t joking)

Making bath tub meth

I’m joking

Here we go

The whip got a tongue and teeth

Too tough, two blood-shot eyes with a Tungsten bleep

When any putrefying arrow wants your lungs in reach

I field a vessel going zero to the fuck y’all think

And when your function fails I’m on an undisclosed island

Stroking exotic animals, open up rocket science

Leaning a jewellers loupe over a stolen sock 'o diamonds

Palm-made products a portrait of modern triumph, try us

Back at the battering ram post-haste

Cro-mags, wait till this Saturday plans grow legs

All you hear is intermittent code names

Ricochet around the geometry of a closed space

Unfrozen part of his new J. O

Face of divine evil, heart of Camu Tao

Some people find the daylight to be oddly alluring

I was in the dark, dodging and burning

Maybe cause I look like an ugly doll

(I ain’t joking)

Pack a wallop in the wheelhouse

(Nah, I ain’t joking)

Leave brass tax everywhere

(I ain’t joking)

I own many many homes

I’m joking

Here we go

All hock-tooie no costume

Black hoodie you can set your watch to

Tall drink, daps like an air raid

Radically detach with purveyors of the hair-brain

Down with the ship go a dozen fried wild links

Upperway, upper-case tri-state style kings

Get pie-faced, sent home tied to the sinewaves

Lights off, spine on sideways

Riding down the block, scooping Bobby in a boogie-down

Tony told me tell 'em «Hello, 7:30 noodle-town»

Cool 'em down, global domination over salt bake

Situation comedy in broke dude cosplay

You don’t want a meeting on an off-day trading horror stories from the hollows

The summary is as follows:

«These hate those and this thinks, that’s absurd»

Yip yap, y’all cats and birds

Meow meow meow meow meow

(I ain’t joking)

Talking rubes on the radio

(Nah, I ain’t joking)

Uh, suckers never play me

(I ain’t joking)

I found Jimmy Hoffa’s body

I’m joking

Here we go