Aesop Rock Fast Cars Lyrics

Fast Cars Lyrics

Who's that walking with a whole in his head?

Big bad Bazooka Tooth, I came to break bread.

What's a troop's recipe for treacherous times?

I tell 'em fast cars, danger, fire and knives.

Fast cars, danger, fire and knives...

I got her majesty Athena riding shotty wide-eyed



I pull the elephant tranq out of my neck, gaffle a tank, count up the chips,
wrestle the fangs off of my fist, flood a little soldier blood over the ogre
acres on some holiday in Cambodia with moter home appraisers. Pagans fade into
the kodochrome now, later with a lid to brow staple revist the cobra landing
zone. Molar foaming but he hold his own wound coderized by the Zippo he had
stole that afternoon. And my dog tags jingle by the moster island heart he
built. Grew up with a Jughead crown tild and tardy slip. Be all you can be just
never soothed us. You lost me in that part about scrubbing piss with a
toothbrush. Holler scum's lullaby. Live from the ultra-fly sham city bunker
where the coldest cults multiply alarmingly. Hush little baby, timeout. The
black market mockingbirds can not sing a lick but lean to peck your eyes out of
commission with love, out a tradition of wraiths pick on the visions that buzz,
bet on the kitten's escape, solder the piston to pump out a veteran amplifier.
And magnify through the samelens that set the ants on fire. Flush the muppet
hootenanny. Who could fancy honor circuit when the circle's every duke is
clammy? Trooper, scoop the food in pantry. Anti up, stupid. May delusion feed
'em foofi candy and pry the gold out of his when lamping. Pocket all you can
now. Block will lead the lambs down to the cold cutlery outfit. Slaughter beef
and cow tip. Pour the chief somefountain soda, motor prone to pen the holy opus
and pry this monkey off the scoliosis.



Who's that walking with a whole in his head?

Big bad Bazooka Tooth, I came to break bread.

What's a troop's recipe for treacherous times?

I tell 'em fast cars, danger, fire and knives.

Fast cars, danger, fire and knives...

I got her majesty Athena riding shotty wide-eyed



Never mind the bullocks. Like every other week these hipster tabloids jumping
on and off my sex pistol's bullets. Like every other week he spins the bottle.
Like every other week these fucking fanzines forget if they spit or swallow.
Too bad your inner sheep never forgets to follow, cuz my inner greed to feed
your hate for loving us is hostile. Fortunate for me it coincides with what
comes natural, so the mongrels that I run with turn the 'fuck you's into fast
food. Like a little freak sick of the 3 o'clock bully knuckle dust, nursing his
last shiner, finds the shoebox in his smother's truck. Tomorrow's extra
curricular punching bag will finger daddy's widow maker out a brown lunch bag.
This is where the hunch back snake oil peddlers stuck under the burgundy sky of
spaghetti westerns tend to bubble up. Weathermen huddle up. Today the son of one
too many 'yes sir's kings his checkers, watch the double jump. Back with a
platter of hot leeches that'll drink up-every bloody drop down to the last
diseases, it's A-E-S-O-P-R-O-C-K, the peak twister. Defender of the son of
Vaughn Bode's Cheech Wizard. I used to pray the treatments got easier with my
aging like serotonin weekends were merely comedic hazing. Wrong, but along his
travels located the key to world peace: kill every motherfucker but me. You
cool with that? Cool. Bang. You? Cool. Hang. You? No? Uh... bang? Cool. Sorry,
dog, rules is rules. And too long have I followed yours. I'm trying to get them
years back, and walk through every cipher with dynamite in a beer hat.



Who's that walking with a whole in his head?

Big bad Bazooka Tooth, I came to break bread.

What's a troop's recipe for treacherous times?

I tell 'em fast cars, danger, fire and knives.

Fast cars, danger, fire and knives...

I got her majesty Athena riding shotty wide-eyed