Aesop Rock - Dokken Rules lyrics

[Aesop Rock] I spell 666 star 6 9 click Give his telephone viking funeral, bye b**h Treble hook, two birds, cheap thrills, free meal Vacate jelly stone park witcha brie wheel [Rob Sonic] [?] Half his life was likely to be Nikes on the L-train Gnawin' on his dog toy, pocket full of deer blood The only thing that's stoppin' him was Dokken in his ear buds [Aesop Rock] Up around noon Found everything he loved crushed down to a cube The New Kowloon chowline, two leads [?] routing medicine and gruel One is hemorrhaging money, the other jettisoning fuel Identical water separated pools It was clever But it wasn't ever neighborhood degenerate approved In swooped jukebox Fonzi, probably Bolts on his neck one tubesock wonky [Rob Sonic] 16 panel head mutton chop and ambulax Double pits to chesty got the espy on a camels back Handle that huffy wit' a timely parry And get all up in your kitchen, money, Guy Fieri There is a wildly elusive moment of bliss In the spaces between being told you are sh** I would openly suggest identifying the closest And collectivly agreeing to meet if the sky opens Ma'am? [x16] Id like to speak to a supervisor [Rob Sonic] Back alley brawl over party guests who want a Steak tartare but we're hardly pet food Charlie check booth, brody's right Youre gonna need a bigger boat and a holy dive [Aesop Rock] Aggravated people driving lemons over limits With a neck bop stemming and a cartoon physics Smart move taught never broadcast holes in his armor End up another poached foriegner [Rob Sonic] Handcuffed down to a toothless tease Who got an X-marked mouth and a hooch machine With eyes that tell the story of the woods that fetter And a chest that sells the ending when it's pushed together Been through the desert on a horse that nameless Now I'm driving through the city in the Porsche naked Shores invaded by the new marines That tear the roof off this mother like Beauford T [Aesop Rock] Untrained pet with a pen name Chest pain, bet he outlive his own endgame, anyway Step around the rhythm of the red rain Get away, car horn, stand by, tenth frame [Rob Sonic] Spare me the dramatics to ratchets, smile purdy (pretty) Flashlight strapped to the calf of a wild turkey Package of mild jerky, captain to aisle 30 Theres a man with a mask an an app that can dial Fergie Sir? [x16] I'd like to speak to a supervisor