Mac Lethal - WoodChip Grinder (REMIX) lyrics

[Verse 1: Aesop Rock] (Ah, you don't say, that's really interesting) (Aye aye aye) (Look) (Look) When I holler hail-Mary miners dive into the lions mouth Pliers on the prying ground are filing the incisors down Grand piano ivory smiling minor keys Harvest moon suspended over lilliputian rivalry Little putrid climbers decent of remove his rubies Grouped in layers of bucket brigadiers Up the bloody gums in rubber waders Raze the ground and daisy-chain the neighbors till it's safely down Ushered off the acreage of the sacred ground (Breaker, breaker.) Leo's got his main and tailing cables Tongue a pretty girl cut her bu*terfly with staplers Every hunter want a souvenir It's plume of tears and jelly jars Switch momentum, with the best of boomers in the repertoire To carve initials in the skull of Satan's vessel For October's blackest Sunday I'm a surgeon with the dremel* Woke up with this all I want for Christmas two-one necklaces If your weapon's ornamental I am sending messages [Vocal Sample] [Verse 2 Mac Lethal] A little heart broken but fear not Cause when I'm out of bullets I'll start loading my tear drops I part oceans like I'm part Moses, like We should celebrate this is narcosis night Get a pyramid spike to your lung Got a weird accent They don't like where I'm from You don't like what you hear when my lungs pour ink? Then why you looking at me like I drugged your drink? Next time you walkin' out the front door think Three or four years ago even thugs wore pink I know you're sensitive Get out your loin cloth I got metal teeth like Roy Hoth I speak pictures, easel in the voice box Don't prick your finger on the needle in the coin slot Whatever the talk The cleverness drops in flurries The pressure will pop me never Will not concern me The lever is locked And every single veteran stops To find their head in a box Chopped topsy-turvy The pistols co*ked, the kick, the cost of cursory sh** that's toxic--b**h get off me, hurry! (calm down) I don't like arrogant rap sh** I'll stick to my Podunk town and fried catfish Prepped on a good quick fire Now who else wanna ride in the wood chip grinder? Mac Leth, Aes Rock, we smoke; Sounds like we 'bout to chew out a dog's throat I don't know how to put this nicer Z-trip cuts like a wood chip grinder (Vroom vroom vroom) [Vocal Sample] [Verse 3: Wes Adef Eisenhauer of SoulCrate Music] (Hey, have you seen my shoes anywhere Where's my shoes Ah, f** it) I've got no shoes or socks On a dirt road in the boondocks The boons or not, the work load will soon stop Time's hot, the sun's gone, the moon drops We came to drain the batteries in your boom box Zoom pop, like first try of course I can't be bug yo I saddle up on a horse fly* Paddle on a river tied a cattle upon a curb side Laughed lookin down from my perch born and birds-eye He's too eager, dull, I'm all evil. even slap the wig off a bald eagle Thievein' cat to k** off the crossfed evil* Perched on the church I sawzall the steeple Call all the people; tell em to write home The better: the pull the letter right outta the cyclone You can grab anyone that you set your sight on Just pull out the lighter and let it ignite boom (Boom) (Boom boom) (Boom) [Vocal Sample] [Verse 4: Dirt Dee of SoulCrate music] (Yeah) (Super-Soaker 5000) Now who pulled the trigger on the water-gun pistol (bay) A missile in the wind kissed the bullet that missed you (kiss) In any kinda lesson that you breathe in my direction will be answered with the crooked grin "setting my s** on" I wreck strong, baby I'm a basket-case, I proudly pray to god daily but I lack the faith And just think, I stagger with a strobe-light glimp, and when I'm packing a cannon how many boats might sink? (kbooom) And it's the opposite of smart s** being a dumbf**? (ar:huh) in that case I'm swinging my womb-broom like nun-chucks (what dog?) Dumb-luck stuck I'm beginning to act strange A whip to a gun to make a brother like black rain Pick up the sun in my fist, this. as fun as a slit wrist. pick up my own mother calling me a son of a b**h, sh** Pissed Who? me. now I learn to shrug it I never grew up I only learned how to act in public BOOM [Heeeeey heeey] [Sing my song all along with me]