Aesop Rock - Untouchable (AR Version) lyrics

[Intro] Impossible Kid, 4/29 Just some sh** [Verse 1] Three's company, Appetite for Destruction tee Chunky Monkey, Funyuns, I can feel the cat judging me Please, I've seen you eat your puke and drink the toilet water Which completely renders your opinion void, you little f**er Poison puffers hit the reef, hissing through their missing teeth Pissy like a Minotaur with six hours in the middle seat Or middle schoolers protesting the mystery meat and Catcher ban Castaways walk into the same light as Carol Ann Dagger in his teeth and treat a rapper like a rack of lamb His allergy is middling, his middle finger's Plastic Man Dag, they want a de-radicalized youth Though it sort of undermines the magic of high noon My right hand writing a diary of the dodgy I do the wrong thing when all the right people are watching It's a medley of defiance and outfoxing Born in a storm's eye alongside Long Island swamp kings Bonk, shoegaze rap, get your blue suede Get used to the goofy get-a-clue face Jump into the goon goose chase, try the Kool-Aid Try the blue plate, it tastes like doomsday Off leash gryphons at the Westminster Kennel Club As vessels of Beelzebub, bite the hand that belly-rub Lug it to the belfry, keep the pups alive and healthy We as hunters treat the summers like a mother ripe for milking Up and feeding Alexander Pardee art into the silk-screen Still here, sleeping with the lights on and quill near Tour van, corpse paint, war moon Make the ba** wobble like a two-man horse suit Dork-proof, type to forge a sword in his dorm room Break fiends, drain 3's from the warp tube Long tooth, short fuse, Stormtroopers over John Zorn loops If you ain't core, it ain't for you Trolls, bubbling from the lows Want nothing but to run him for the bulk of what he owns Homie, all of this material ain't sh** to me The trinketry, the filigree, the antiquated theories of validity I never really cared for the cars The point A to B sound scared when it starts Trash can fire in the middle of the crib Where the coven swap recipes and riddles from the crypt It's monsoon season, keep the log flumes leanin' Religious paranoia get the Doc Seuss treatment Breaking out the Bronx Zoo, tabletop the Mongoose Gray fade, ain't afraid to knock a few cogs loose I'm from where it's defense on three And anybody with a f**ing brain bump Sean P Old boy, might combine the carve with the stalefish All aboard the mid-life snail's pace tailspin You were busy authoring the holy grail of mailed-in I was busy snow, sleet, heavy rain, hail, wind Ready, aim, fail sh**, it's Hail Marys everywhere Over all the petty sh**, under all the messy hair I'm (Untouchable, uncrushable) plus ill We don't need another hero, we just want our cups filled I'm Trivial Pursuit cards at the 40/40 buzzk** Aesop Rock, code name: "Yo, son, chill"