Aesop Rock - Cat Food lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 I’ve got a brand new normal at a thirty in New York, plus Years at the fire pulling portions out of corn husks Never mind time on the short bus Terrifying errant knights thwarting any motherf**ing fork tongued-sport Agita flashing the hind molars, though his body less a weapon more a bag of lipomas Over medium, treat skin-tags like scratch-offs Rap like black-ops, rappers like lap dogs He got the rad moves, catty alpha rat-proof (wait) Twenty-sided die at the crap-shoot (wait) Looking for a black hole to casually collapse through Try isle nine by the cat food There it is Ooh wee, do we roast in a bilge, when the skinny from afar is darigold in them hills Time better let a couple truths decay, if somebody going to rue the day Check, check, check [Hook 1] Catch ‘em on the lamb (I ain’t joking) No maps, no muster point (Nah, I ain’t joking) I put a pebble on a tomb (I ain’t joking) Makin bath tub meth I’m joking Here we go [Verse 2] The whip got a tongue and teeth Too tough, two blood-shot eyes with a Tungston bleep When any putrefying arrow wants your lungs in reach I field a vessel going zero to the f** y’all think And when your function fails I’m on an undisclosed island Stroking exotic animals, open up rocket science Leaning a j**ellers loupe over a stolen sock ‘o diamonds Palm-made products a portrait of modern triumph, try us Back at the battering ram post-haste Cro-mags, wait till this Saturday plant grow legs All you hear is intimate and code names Ricochet around the geometry of a closed space Unfrozen part of his new day-o Face of divine evil, heart of Camu Tao Some people find the daylight to be oddly alluring I was in the dark, dodging and burning [Hook 2] Maybe cause I look like an ugly doll (I ain’t joking) Pack a wallop in the wheelhouse (Nah, I ain’t joking) Leave bra** tax everywhere (I ain’t joking) I own many many homes I’m joking Here we go [Verse 3] All hog to we know costume Black hoodie you can set your watch to Tall drink, depths like an air raid Radically detach with purveyors of the hair-brain Down with the ship go a dozen fried wild links Upperway, upper-case tri-state style kings Get pie-faced, sent home tied to the sinewaves Lights off, spine on sideways Riding down the block, scooping Bobby in a boogie-down Tome told me tell ‘em “Hello, 7:30 noodle-town” Cool ‘em down, global domination over sold bake Situation commanding a broke dude cosplay You don’t want a meeting on an off-day trading horror stories from the hollows The summary is as follows: “These hate those and this thinks, that’s absurd” Yip yap, y’all cats and birds [Hook 3] Meow meow meow meow meow (I ain’t joking) Talking rubes on the radio (Nah, I ain’t joking) Uh, s**ers never play me (I ain’t joking) I found Jimmy Hoffa’s body I’m joking Here we go