Rob Sonic - Jonathan lyrics

[Sample] Hurt feelings are bound to happen just bliss out and fantasize a lot and wear rainbows (Do that sh**) [Aesop Rock] Every couple summers, me and a couple hunters Like to row in from the isle of astonishing motherf**ers [Rob Sonic] Machines cleaner than three marines mothers rooms Came in peace but leaving with keys to your VW [Aesop Rock] Needle-nosed pliers and a paragon of level design These are the weapons of bedeviling times If the medicine chest temper like a towny come untethered To a busker with a twenty minute "Downeaster Alexa" cover [Rob Sonic] I didn't start the fire but I plan to Dance around it naked with pagans, leggings, and pan-flutes Shampoo, hairspray, hustler friends Eat sh**, die like it's just for men [Aesop Rock] Most illinest, toast the mutineer of the year I'm a bum, my motherf**ing beard has a beard [Rob Sonic] Hot stepper, leper with measurements all wrong I'm a beast, my motherf**ing dog got a dog [Aesop Rock] I'm sorry, deeper in the polygons Radical brats compare teeth on the promenade Man's worst friend, tragedy prone Skirting a neverending exodus from Madame Tussauds He's an immediate threat, speaking nefarious tongues Reeking of variant faith, drinking that heresy punch I play defender at the center for the never enough You called it losing my way, I called it leveling up [Rob Sonic] Up up ante, Danny riding through the west wing Big wheel bloody, fuzzy images of dead twins Cuff links, bu*ton-up, sloppy coat, no hat Satan's mother, twisted sister, brothers Grimm and ghost dad Number six throwback, Mickey Mantle Upper Deck Jackknife pegasus to basic b**hes rubberneck Pinky swear, bible belt, o-ring on his spider bite Flat rate to the city if you iffy gypsies ride or die [Aesop Rock] Salt in his wounds (check) Rice in his stomach (check) Price on his head (check) Lice in his mullet (check) [Rob Sonic] Head on a stake, feet gracing the ottoman Sweaty bandanna, come meet the amazing Jonathan [Aesop Rock] Hi Jonathan, meet the amazing Hollow Man Turn a snow globe into a lava lamp Backyard, black marshmallows on his olive branch Dressed up like an evil villain dressed up like a soccer dad [Rob Sonic] Mallon, we don't plan it Skull tats, banshee bunk in a bone hammock Drunk from its own damage, sell 'cuz it's well made Ducks that are both sitting and standing at Hells gate [Aesop Rock] Girl, you smell great