Hail Mary Mallon - D-Up lyrics

[AESOP ROCK] D-Up the way to walk is how a bayonet is catered to the palest of horse And if I haze greenhorns collaterally to cavalry skirting bigger meteors Please don't read the Beeper's yours Bigger fish are scissoring the liquid gold to miniatures Illy to split the integers And wait, wait Watch how the werewolves behave I trained him how to comb his hairy face Before they dress up like janitors and invade on the slink Outfitted skippy by the suction cup Tearing through the air-ducts on the up-and-up [?] s**s Bic lighter, hairspray Little vermin wormin' to the animated muerte Sonny unaware a suicidal summer's here And incubates the albatross and hangs him off the puppeteers And you had every honor by your sons and their sons and their sons This is not how it's done Do better I came to wake some snakes I was in the face of the Ace of Spades He tell me, "All you people do is just take, take, take." I figure whats the fun in disappointing him D-Up ad nauseum [ROB SONIC] Not exactly war but a place where the people face d**h like [?] [?] We could chase anything we want like the world was our oyster now Pearl got a penny for any jetty the boy's in town Hound dog the cheater for any beach [?] Anarchy unleashed with a plan and please keep the noises down [?] potency and hopefully keep the rodents out D-Up in the sky and the freedom [?] Bobby wrote about [?] I came to wake some snakes I turn my back on the Jack of Spades Told me, "All these people do is just hate, hate, hate." I'm figurin' on beatin' and not joinin' 'em D-up ad nauseum [AES] "Beep" go the beeper on the BB gun [?] Perforated pig on every twig is poised [?] Home is where the fever's lit Contaminated baby hearts Tap into the pulse of a poacher flank and a matriarch [ROB] Sharks rip the middle that dribble into the baby's bib Party 'til the sun's up with guns up, forget your safety switch [AES] Like a swarming ma** of life tucked under any rotting flotsam Turned excitable and violent when denied a milder option [ROB] Lights in the air if its on you can hear the cobble sound The boots will sing like saints who just hobbled in with their pockets out It's on across the window open slow and pour this bottle out These pawns were made for burnin' lets turn 'em into Chicago's cows [AES] I went swimming through the future, future where they just don't grind a bunch of zeros and ones out like they used-to, used-to [ROB] Spruce your roofs up, neighborhood let the pain we drip tie a yellow ribbon for pigeons, prisons and Navy ships