Question: If I died in my apartment like a rat in a cage. Would the neighbors smell the corpse before the cat ate my face?. I used to floss the albatross like Daddy Kane with the chain.
Question: If I died in my apartment like a rat in a cage. Would the neighbors smell the corpse before the cat ate my face?. I used to floss the albatross like Daddy Kane with the chain.
[Featuring: Rob Sonic]. . (Aesop Rock). I spell 666 star 6 9 click. Give his telephone viking funeral, bye bitch. Treble hook, two birds, cheap thrills, free meal.
This be the dawning of the age of dead water. Stitchin every b-boy fragment [stationary]. Somebody live enough to bust through the belly with a fist up.
Alex up the street called, said he saw a bobcat. Keep the pets inside, notify your contacts. . New Salem. Brave new voodoo. Wave a witch hammer in a haven for the woo-woo.
Put one up for shackle-me-not clean logic procreation. I did not invent the wheel I was the crooked spoke adjacent. While the triple sixers lassos keep angels roped in the basement.
Limped up like a dog with three legs (shut-up) to the stage.... So many dark arts to choose. You can focus to the phobias involved in forty hues. Whether you levitate or bend spoons.
Baseheads locally approach all spark plugs. Total disregard for a dying man's shark jump. Post-meridiem pretty tungsten attracts any once—pale horse painted gunmetal black.
4 and 21 crows. None go south. For the supper when a punk goes out. Checkerboard of mothballed death-forms. Hauled via vaudeville canes. And encased where the claw marks wane off broadway the god way.
Birds of a black. Black feather stick together forever and ever and they always remember you. And all of the shit you do. They pass it to the baby birdies and then they remember too.
i fell asleep again; i wasn't ready for it.. the harvest appeared less plentiful than last season.. i imagine sloppy seed handling evoked a stroke of tardy planting, and the crops we'd have harnessed mid-november had only brushed the blossom bracket,.
Cook it up, Spooky, Salute, Look. 'Zook'll hook it up to shoop the local Wendy Cooper loopy. Low brow, low brim, she asked me, "What's the name?". I flashed the grossest fang in show biz.
"We now present to you... music" *cut up*. "Music to make you stutter". . Related. . Naughty & Nice Christmas Songs. . Watch Cardi B Joins James Corden For Carpool Karaoke.
We don't need no walkie-talkies, nope, no walkie-talkies,. We don't need your coughing when offing the morning coffee, no,. We don't need no walkie-talkies, nope, no walkie-talkies.
i stood before the glittery borders of new radius in search of the fabled city of mud and crushed velvet,. what i found was a gutter where the love of entertainment meets the lust for blood and demerits,.
I was a dark, dumb student. No hooky rookie day trippin' on visions of chickens that look like R. Crumb drew 'em. They grew 'em in a royal dirt of Suffolk county's flooring with the blood of an alcoholic clergyman in his forearms.
At night I wear a wolf's head on my regular head. Considering a regular character sketch. Food hoarder, communes with the flora. Computes in cahoots with beauty and brute force.
The first step is a doozie, it's roulette with a mood ring. The birth of an old slang, the death of a new speak. A permanent post-game, a spitter with bridge tropes.
This is my friend, Tony. He's pretty cool.. Although he's not always so smart.. . (Aesop Rock). And then there were eight (then there were eight).. Just like that..
Raw, I'm going to give it to you. With no trivia. Raw like that Aesop rock iron-fisted list militia. While bent funny bone grown community. Spit a thousand and 1 ripples to cripple the continuity.