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Frijoles

Artist:Aesop Rock  Album:Bazooka Tooth 

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Yeah yeah NASA let's try this ah Park your bets, sharks or jets these bark mark targets where the barnacles nest they burrow deep under the carnivores flesh without a trace, carnival games, like try to shoot the star out of a space come double fist them awkward gats lockbox your passin' spoon up the ballooning for high noon saloony antics walk off with a thumbs up and a stuffed Bullwinkle trinket pull twinkle out them awestruck baby sockets for a day (yeah, that's the ticket) yeah, that's the pipe dream that hater 101 bitch picks living guilt trips for the fan-based family picnics whose handshake carry with it y'all inspire me, it's an honor to meet you now its randomly fantasy beef stew, thats panicky preschool that's peak re-signed Pikachu when he's pokin' Pinocchi beezer where Big Brother watch me, holler back Wally Cleaver knobby-kneed geezer whose brittle paddleboat sank wishing he could restitch the images when the kinescope cranked - he couldn't. You can't. I'm more than two lambs with a Mongoloid loyalty clause and a done-did-got-busy ambiance that's Laserface, Megalasaur, Scissor-tongue, Liftedly, Money Murs Ramble, Printmatic, Hanger, Blockhead and Ravipops and the fam only begins with the last two bars he dropped after chrome fangs I'll rewrite Heavy Metal Parking Lot that's why these grapevines can pop shit to me all day, I only kick these fucking doors down and make sure the crew OK, like food on the plate, pat on the back, kicks on the palette I rock the bells without clown shoes, fried dough, tickets or mallets while the bearded ladies won goldfish from the ping-pong toss challenge who light girls and misconstrued the lucky fuckloaders for talent it's sad really... ok, I'm over it - smolder over composure models like smoke over soldier nostrils 3-D bifocal goggle broke over catwalkers there must have been something up in that Long Island tap water thru the mute wind storm the hoover and his frisky sissy poodle pack oozing that hollow oodle-mac act Ace threw back in junior rap -


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