Aesop Rock - Play Dead lyrics

This is not good

Bat shit, I'm bat shit, my ships crash
My zag zig
I'm all whiplash in that black tint
Black ash on my flag pin
I go zip zap and y'all back spin
Y'all spacecrafts call mayday
I like tailspins when they back lit and
Cats scrambling for that safe space
He plays defense around dead zones
Next up to cold explode
Rest up, I go death punch
It rains F'd up UFOs
I throw episodes in all star maps that
Get veterans to bring barf bags
It bring hellfire and little party hats for
Those parting ways with they tarmac
Blast off and get waxed off
These saboteurs are like pack dogs
I might shoo 'em off and they boomerang
Line 'em up and illuminate
It goes ooh and ah and you too late
We got a failure to communicate
In my rearview's a little planet Earth
And my calendar is straight doomsdays
Fuel up and I steamroll
You better moonwalk when that screen scroll
I feed castaways to these gamma rays and
My handshake is all sleeper hold
Ease in and get heave-hoed with no
Easy mode and no foul play
Bounty hunters get found out
Power up or get outpaced

Ease awake at 3 AM
He found freedom in the mayhem, amen, amen
Give me a lost world to locate
Get ghost with folk who don't obey, okay
Okay (You're almost out of time)

Time is not being a good friend
Smoke is being a good bookend
I'm no joke, I only go full send
Don't poke at the pure bred bullhead
Dog fights that call for old fight songs
Start crossing names off the flight log
Might light cigars off the fire ball
We are well past any kind of dialog
Warfare, I don't war fair
I like rocket fuel in my morning air
I like red buttons under iron fists
And my stunt doubles like, "I quit"
The kid three-sixty all side-eye and pluck
Wild geese from that twilight
I go hyperspeed and can't drive for shit
I just bob and weave when y'all skydive
Lights blink and my screens glitch
If I lose it all, i ain't need the shit
I call "Bombs away", it turn mobs away
You're all, "Die alone, " I'm all
"Not today"
We go eye for eye around pale moons
Fighter pilots find Jesus
I don't tread soft with that special sauce
See you was better off in some mail room
Dumb luck and no late pass
I get gussied up and I gate crash
I'm playing laser tag in plain stupid odds
Tag my name on they fuselage
Outlier in the main event
I keep downsizing y'all's data set
Infiltrators get checkmate
It's maybe best to just play dead

Ease awake at 3 AM
He found freedom in the mayhem, amen, amen
Safe and sound out the crash site
Life forms that refuse to
Flatline, that's right, that's right
(You don't even care do you?)