Untouchable AR Version Lyrics - Ft. Aesop Rock (Prod. Milly Beatz & Timbaland)
Channel: C KOLE
Date: 18/08/2016

Lyrics~ Aesop Rock

Three's company. Appetite for destruction tea.
Chunky Monkey, Funyuns, I can feel the cat judging me...
Please, I've seen you eat 'chur puke 'N drink the toilet water,
which completely renders your opinion void, you little fucker-!
Poison puffers hit the reef, hissin' through their missing teeth.
Pissy, like a minotaur with six hours in the middle seat.
Or middle schoolers protestin' the mystery meat, 'N Catcher ban.
Castaways, walk into the same light as Carol Ann!
Dagger in his teeth, 'N treat a rapper like a rack'a lamb.
His allergy is middling, his middle finger's 'Plastic Man!'--
Dag,--they wanna 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, 'N outfoxing!
Born in a storm's eye alongside; Long Island Swamp kings!
Bonk, shoe-m-gaze, rap, get 'chur 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 'N 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,--sleepin' with the lights on 'N 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 3's from the warp tube.
Long tooth, short fuse, Stormtroopers over John Zorn loops.
If you ain't core, it ain't for- you...--
Trolls, bubblin' from the lows...
Want nothin' but to run 'im 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, sound scared when it starts.
Trash can fire in the middle of the crib.
Where the coven swap recipes, 'N 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.
Gray fade, ain't afraid to knock a few cogs loose...--
I'm from where it's defense on three!
'N anybody with a fuckin' 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..."

This is not my song. This is Aesop's song.
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