Hail Mary Mallon - King Cone lyrics

[Hook: Rob Sonic] In a Pinto, nose on the window We don't really know which way the wind blow At the state fair won a stuffed reindeer We don't really know why we came here At the drive in checking if his fly zipped We don't really know what 'get a life' is At the trade show looking at the lame-os We don't know we're in the same boat [Verse 1: Aesop Rock] I dip dive skinned alive Pinned open Split wide petting zoo a piggy trichinosis Tricky-tricky scattering over divine terror Pride of the dilemma Eye of the chimera Wide world slam dance to the gambit, bam bam Hands of abandon Temperament of Ram Man Disillusion with you and your man's mans mans Behind doors your porridge and Tim Tam slams I was in a scramble posturing along side bogeymen Green teeth chewing on his hoodie strings Maybe wound tighter than I should have been - probably A mannerism born of Christmas Shopping at the Dollar Tree Act important get sorted behind aJollibee Promised land blue collars hopping on piranha plants Whether blood from a stone or tapenade from an olive branch Hail Mary mallon do the monster mash! [Hook] [Verse 2: Rob Sonic] I dive dip, hide bank slips in my own pillow Do wild sh** like crank Styx from an orange pinto Two live clicks north of the only chance To get a day's worth of supper and peyote plant Slowly open cans of the tribal mix From the Hollywood shuffle to the viral vid Going spiral ham on a transit cop And turn his piglets in the Plymouth into planet rock Burn his image and then singe him to the canyon walls Limb from limb him while the women rip his Danskins off Get the digits and the tickets to the army ball and All of this is why we're listening to Mardi Gras Cause Izod, b**h, you know alligator And brought the whole f**ing swamp to the Mallon kegger And we drowning later, in a well with models But if not, Plan B is we yelp in brothels [Hook] [Verse 3] [Aesop Rock] Wick wack jobs with slapshot; swing and a miss It's brick slippers in a sinking abyss, drink it in Half-ape spit money in a ma** grave As Bobby illustrates on the following splash page [Rob Sonic] Hibernating with an iron maiden In the USA label naval island waving To the rescue planes, pocket flare for drama With a volleyball bestie and a fendi wallet [Aesop Rock] Whole milk, honeycombs, bloody eyes, runny nose Maybe guilty of collusion with a couple cutty folk Money or a gummy bear, succumbing to a puppeteer Penny for your lost cool (up in here) up in here [Rob Sonic] Cover ears, cussing here, tamper with the buccaneers Mary's in the mirror near the towels where the nun appears Aes, more rude than troop sorties And more feud than a room with the two Coreys [Outro] I dip dive, I dip dive I dive dip, I dive dip Dip, dive, dip, dive Hail Mary Mallon