Grimace Federation, Aesop Rock - Catch 22 lyrics
Ian Matthias Bavitz [Bazooka Tooth]
[Grimace Federation, Aesop Rock - Catch 22 lyrics]
(No, Say What)
All that glitters is gold with no frills
Post no bills, and the rigmarole is so ill
And roadkill bake over BK blacktop
Summer of tough lovin' for
That decayed mascot
To settle in a worm lunch lovely and vile
Half never even got comfy in a style
Fifteen pas
(senger) van ran around the country
Lugging the heavy duffels of
The hungry and proud
Young, dumb, loud, and reppin' the locale
Of whatever foul four track
Nurtured the child and it works for a while
When a stone cold serf
Get a megaphone and perch in a crowd -wow
First things first, to alert the aloud
Free every worker immersed in denial
Circle the now 'til it's face turned purple
And never ever once turn worship and bow
Walk that fence like a deer in headlights
Through a fish-eyed lens
Hopped out the Ford for more folklore
'Til his cape got caught in
The door one morn'
Please don't tap the phone and go
No lights on but the cat is home
Catacomb kid cuddy with his calicos
Try to coax thick money out the rabbit hole
And it's a diary of savage
Folk with no future
(No) no teacher taught him how to maneuver
(No) no rules so we off of the blueprint
With no regrets
And blame self for the bloopers
Cooped up, keeping the quills dipped and busy
With a little killer pill and
No tolerance for the tipsy
Whether it stinks a city, I'm opening up
You sick of running on empty
Come and soak in the smut
(Say what)
Hey, you, ready on the left
I was high with the winged
I was deep with the dead
I was dragging a dagger through
The dim city dregs
With a blacksmith cough and
A box of cassettes
Hey, you, ready on the right
I was air with the missiles
I was irked with the mights
I was hopped up heading for
The last of the lights
With a sweaty upper lip
On a midsummer's night
No
(Say what, Come on)
All that glitters is gold with no frills
Post no bills, and the rigmarole is so ill
And roadkill bake over BK blacktop
Summer of tough lovin' for
That decayed mascot
To settle in a worm lunch lovely and vile
Half never even got comfy in a style
Fifteen pas
(senger) van ran around the country
Lugging the heavy duffels of
The hungry and proud
Young, dumb, loud, and reppin' the locale
Of whatever foul four track
Nurtured the child and it works for a while
When a stone cold serf
Get a megaphone and perch in a crowd -wow
First things first, to alert the aloud
Free every worker immersed in denial
Circle the now 'til it's face turned purple
And never ever once turn worship and bow
Walk that fence like a deer in headlights
Through a fish-eyed lens
Hopped out the Ford for more folklore
'Til his cape got caught in
The door one morn'
Please don't tap the phone and go
No lights on but the cat is home
Catacomb kid cuddy with his calicos
Try to coax thick money out the rabbit hole
And it's a diary of savage
Folk with no future
(No) no teacher taught him how to maneuver
(No) no rules so we off of the blueprint
With no regrets
And blame self for the bloopers
Cooped up, keeping the quills dipped and busy
With a little killer pill and
No tolerance for the tipsy
Whether it stinks a city, I'm opening up
You sick of running on empty
Come and soak in the smut
(Say what)
Hey, you, ready on the left
I was high with the winged
I was deep with the dead
I was dragging a dagger through
The dim city dregs
With a blacksmith cough and
A box of cassettes
Hey, you, ready on the right
I was air with the missiles
I was irked with the mights
I was hopped up heading for
The last of the lights
With a sweaty upper lip
On a midsummer's night
No
(Say what, Come on)