Hail Mary Mallon - Garfield lyrics

(Verse 1: Rob Sonic) Diamond in the back Gun-proof top Ironside metal mouth Kung-fu chop One-way ticket To a three-dog night When there's six million ways To make these dogs bite Carolina blue ruby Sequence tar heel Carrots, try the soup Green Jesus car wheel Tattoo of a scar Half a sleeveless arm shield Make yer girl wanna put 'em On the gla** like Garfield (Verse 2: Aesop Rock) Staring contest Go! You win, I was never good at that Always shook his head of any hooks attached Spit that made us high for days Drag a trail of slime and waste Catch you outside quickie mart, the mini-mall, or time and space I am too looped in systematic moving patterns Meticulously plotted with miniature pewter dragons The dark heart news penny any necromancy On to plan B, panic and channel the nothin' Bambi (Hook (Aesop Rock)) Key in the door when there's nobody home Oven is on and there's mail in the box Rockin the bus on a rotary phone Something awry in the way of the walk (Verse 3: Rob Sonic) Landed in the smokey collat on the way to sturgess Meltin' down the silver from chains and then makin' stirrups Turn upon the news in a segment on wasted purpose When it's d**h before dishonor Words before trade insurance Pygmy dart horse and poison place where the circle is Wolf pack legions and heathens that breathe the virgin skins Row bombers for Dora complete with permanent Purple heart fastened to leaf of Adidas turtle tips (Verse 4: Aesop Rock) Oh wooden tangles Wet like a hell-hole So sick spiders tattoo it on the elbows d**h star rebuilt Cozy inside the milk bar Jukebox (...?)ing For the tune to break the bell jar Zero miss lifting Split-screen, left side's friend died Right side, a witch's crypt crypting (Gross) I'm cranky like nobody understands me White tee, dagger in the back, nothing fancy (Hook) (Verse 5: Rob Sonic) Mayhem of mosaic Pa**aic river of guppy grief Cause and effect to the timid limb of your hugging tree Cut in a three-way divided amongst a rugby team Who can either take or leave em Or feed em game like it's Chuck E. Cheese Really rotten doctor shocks of the all stars Newspaper letters that'll end in his hallmarks Stuck in traffic stoned Stopped at the Walmart While I beast And then maul cops like Paul Blart (Verse 6: Aesop Rock) While I feast Install bombs in doll parts Pawn shops, stalwarts (...?), broad swords (...?) clocks, long darts Shockin' on a sock drawer p**n drawn arms Jarred prawn hearts I thrilled, k**ed, coked, and sold with raw matter Milled, spilled guts, and drummed with Thor's hammer Document the war of the department store's Santas From the POD of cameras hid in the dog's antlers (Hook)