Rob Sonic - Dokken Rules lyrics

[Verse 1: Aesop Rock] I spell 666 star six nine click Give his telephone a Viking funeral, bye b**h Treble hook two birds, cheap thrills, free meal Vacate Jellystone Park with your brie wheel [Verse 2: Rob Sonic] Now he sells le cars in Montie burns' Cazal Frames Half his life was likely to be Nikes on the L-train Gnawin' on his dog toy, pocket full of deer blood The only thing that's stoppin' him was Dokken in his earbuds [Verse 3: Aesop Rock] Up around noon Found everything he loved crushed down to a cube The new Kowloon chowline, two leads routing medicine and gruel One is hemorrhaging money, the other jettisoning fuel Identical water-separated pools It was clever But it wasn't ever neighborhood-degenerate approved In swooped jukebox Fonzie, promptly Bolts on his neck, one tubesock wonky [Verse 4: Rob Sonic] 16-panel head mutton chop and Ambulax Double pits to chesty got the ESPY on a camel's back Handle that Huffy wit' a timely parry And get all up in your kitchen, money, Guy Fieri [Verse 5: Aesop Rock] There is a wildly elusive moment of bliss In the spaces between being told you are sh** I would openly suggest identifying the closest And collectivly agreeing to meet if the sky opens [Hook] Ma'am? (x16) I'd like to speak to a supervisor [Verse 6: Rob Sonic] Back alley brawl over party guests who want a Steak tartare but we're hardly pet food Charlie check booth, Brody's right You're gonna need a bigger boat and a Holy Diver [Verse 7: Aesop Rock] Aggravated people driving lemons over limits With a neck bop stemming and a cartoon physics Smart move taught never broadcast holes in his armor End up another poached foriegner [Verse 8: Rob Sonic] Handcuffed down to a toothless tease Who got an X-marked mouth and a hooch machine With eyes that tell the story of the woods that fetter And a chest that sells the ending when it's pushed together Been through the desert on a horse that's nameless Now I'm driving through the city in the Porsche naked Shores invaded by the new marines That tear the roof off this mother like Buford T [Verse 9: Aesop Rock] Untrained pet with a pen name Chest pain, bet he outlive his own endgame, anyway Step around the rhythm of the red rain Getaway car horn, stand by, tenth frame [Verse 10: Rob Sonic] Spare me the dramatics to ratchets, smile purdy (pretty) Flashlight strapped to the calf of a wild turkey Package of mild jerky, captain to aisle 30 There's a man with a mask and an app that can dial Fergie [Hook] Sir? x 16 I'd like to speak to a supervisor