Aesop Rock - Untouchable (AR Version) lyrics

Impossible Kid, 4 29 just some shit

Three's company, Appetite for Destruction tee
Chunky Monkey, Funyuns
I can feel the cat judging me
Please, I've seen you eat your puke
And drink the toilet water
Which completely renders your opinion void
You little fucker
Poison puffers hit the reef
Hissing through their missing teeth
Pissy like a Minotaur with six
Hours in the middle seat
Or middle schoolers protesting the mystery
Meat and Catcher ban
Castaways walk into the same
Light as Carol Ann
Dagger in his teeth and treat a
Rapper like a rack of lamb
His allergy is middling
His middle finger's Plastic Man
Dag, they want a de radicalized youth
Though it sort of undermines the
Magic of high noon
My right hand writing a diary of the dodgy
I do the wrong thing when all
The right people are watching
It's a medley of defiance and outfoxing
Born in a storm's eye alongside
Long Island swamp kings
Bonk, shoegaze rap, get your blue suede
Get used to the goofy get-a-clue face
Jump into the goon goose chase
Try the Kool-Aid
Try the blue plate, it tastes like doomsday
Off leash gryphons at the
Westminster Kennel Club
As vessels of Beelzebub bite
The hand that belly-rub
Lug it to the belfry
Keep the pups alive and healthy
We, as hunters, treat the summers like a
Mother ripe for milking
Up and feeding Alexander Pardee
Art into the silk-screen still here
Sleeping with the lights on and quill near
Tour van, corpse paint, war moon
Make the bass wobble like a
Two man horse suit
Dork-proof, type to forge a sword
In his dorm room
Break fiends, drain threes from the warp tube
Long tooth, short fuse
Stormtroopers over John Zorn loops
If you ain't core, it ain't for you
Trolls, bubbling from the lows
Want nothing but to run him for
The bulk of what he owns
Homie, all of this material ain't shit to me
The trinketry the filigree
The antiquated theories of validity
I never really cared for the cars
The Point A-to-B sounds scared when it starts
Trash can fire in the middle of the crib
Where the coven swap recipes and
Riddles from the crypt it's monsoon season
Keep the log flumes leanin'
Religious paranoia get the
Doc Seuss treatment
Breaking out the Bronx Zoo
Tabletop the Mongoose
Grey fade ain't afraid to knock
A few cogs loose
I'm from where it's "Defense!" on three
And anybody with a fucking brain bump Sean P
Old boy
Might combine the carve with the stalefish
All aboard the mid-life snail's pace tailspin
You were busy authoring the
Holy grail of mailed-in
I was busy snow, sleet, heavy rain, hail
Wind ready, aim, fail shit
It's Hail Marys everywhere
Over all the petty shit
Under all the messy hair
I'm (Untouchable, uncrushable) plus ill
We don't need another hero
We just want our cups filled
I'm Trivial Pursuit cards at the 40
40 buzzkill
Aesop Rock, code name: "Yo, son, chill"