Nicky Fleming-Yaryan - Tetra lyrics

Don't fool with his cool [Aesop Rock] I turn a staff to a snake and back, evade crack Shake a 5150 in shades and a fake stache Dirtbike made of 5 worse bikes, uphill Tabletop frames on dutch tilt, crush k** Maker bot coin-op arcade punk Talkin' arcane science, dark age pulp Four eyes carb face, Bar-Kays iron on Pork rinds orangeade, Jarred brains die alone No Mulligans, crow bars bird cage Cold, colonize Mars on Earth day And surface from the cellar door like worms into the petrichor Messenger, better yet a vessel for a Tetris score Zilch, cowabunga homies call me “press ignore” Devastating energy exploding off his Tesla coil Farm baited breath and tempermental tremors That taught a man to wave with 10 percent of his fingers And I never lost tic tac toe to a live chicken For the footage, I'm off cam dynamite fishin' For diamondback rattles in his holy grail Evoke colony collapse via gross betrayal 3 wolf moon shirt, two shoes one sock Wore the same hoodie everyday like Mumra Buh-dum-bum, follow the regenerated rebel flesh Out of sorts, out of water, suicidal tetrafish Who stood by the conviction in his we should be together less forevermore Before we are the severed heads of civil war Invasive radio ricochet off the silver foil Trash can fire looking for a k** to grill or spoil Quickly, purveyors of fine hijinks I know, this is why we can't have nice things I prefer to skip the pleasantries Flip the diner table, dip in time for final jeopardy No sh** Oh and don't fool with his cool Ma, can we get a pool? … Is that a no? [Aesop Rock] Okay, magpies, Hoarders, and allied forces Who lick zig-zags being dragged by horses Transcribe stories in patterns of pins dropping Skinned boars and exaggerated limb-lopping Slow Mozart, no I've never heard of knocking Might've burst in on it, splits or skin popping Opt out, sober on the eve of no saints day Locate and aim for the token propane tank Bang! Followed from a pulling of hair To a homecoming sullied by a skull on a spear It spun a human resources issue to public affair Reciprocity is a pestilent compulsion to bear And ultimately unfulfilling, concurrently that rigid upper lip and grudge are crippling The wonder twins of b**hing Armchair hater, I wouldn't piss on your coffin But when I see your picture I draw dicks on it The Ozone breakaway tux Holds chicken wire ribs and paper mache guts Pipe cleaner mustache, rope hands google eyes Macaroni gas face, no plan to humanize You are now rockin' with the worst Nothing up his sleeve, nothing here is what it seems Paranormal weather, mysteriously disappearing bees Not to mention the collateral delirium it breeds Jeez, forgive him any dicey past He from a tiny town called d**hs Icy Grasp And he don't get out much, but when he do it's Beatlemania Do not be asleep at the feet of his feelers radius Too charitable, offerin' the average joe some real estate Between the Big Mouth Billy Ba** and jackalope Cozy in a moment of bliss Snatch the food off your plate, snatch a goat off a bridge No sh**