Aesop Rock - Crows 2(Explicit)
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[00:00.000]Crows 2 (Explicit) - Aesop Rock
[00:02.390]4 and 21 crows none go south
[00:25.205]For the supper when a punk goes out
[00:27.025]Checkerboard of mothballed death-forms
[00:28.985]Hauled via vaudeville canes
[00:30.845]And encased where the claw marks wane off broadway the god way
[00:34.085]Watch out father commuters from the farms with news of el chupacabra
[00:37.265]Who transfuse soup out a fresh punk skull
[00:40.165]Dumb full blood suckers only the chum suffers
[00:42.725]Pine box butcher encouraging poor lighting
[00:44.695]Said"a pall bore 's not a sure sign of jarred lightning"
[00:47.845]Harsh that's how the yellow spine-diner was born
[00:49.805]Feral feeding that strung his organs up like tire swing art
[00:52.325]Chippin' a drippy set of broke bone grinders
[00:54.515]More for the hive mind less for the land mine finders
[00:57.455]Fine no defacto leaders in the eatery
[00:59.435]Unless you count the way they led his heart through his tuxedo tee
[01:03.235]Straight out the front 4 and 22
[01:06.255]Cue the cut throat mouth
[01:07.585]Chew together when a punk goes out
[01:09.525]Etiquette of tart-tongued guols
[01:11.075]Never run truck jewels
[01:12.565]Run a culinary school for gluttony-drunk wolves
[01:15.105]In guttural grunts smothering buttery lung ramen
[01:17.235]Early sign of punk showed up on the diagnostic
[01:20.035]Hm pardon if i seem stand offish all the see-sawed loss
[01:24.305]I cant call it all petite drawn straws and orange caution
[01:27.674]Or outcast creeps re-involved for absolvement
[01:29.624]It's gaudy plus when a hell-bound offspring and yours share an office
[01:34.434]All evolved salty watch if fortune is a b**ch with venom and laser tits
[01:39.174]Maybe sin 'll make for sugar-flavored fresh
[01:40.554]Kings taste terrible at best and rest in peace raw
[01:42.704]The rest are recipes caw
文本歌词
Crows 2 (Explicit) - Aesop Rock
4 and 21 crows none go south
For the supper when a punk goes out
Checkerboard of mothballed death-forms
Hauled via vaudeville canes
And encased where the claw marks wane off broadway the god way
Watch out father commuters from the farms with news of el chupacabra
Who transfuse soup out a fresh punk skull
Dumb full blood suckers only the chum suffers
Pine box butcher encouraging poor lighting
Said"a pall bore 's not a sure sign of jarred lightning"
Harsh that's how the yellow spine-diner was born
Feral feeding that strung his organs up like tire swing art
Chippin' a drippy set of broke bone grinders
More for the hive mind less for the land mine finders
Fine no defacto leaders in the eatery
Unless you count the way they led his heart through his tuxedo tee
Straight out the front 4 and 22
Cue the cut throat mouth
Chew together when a punk goes out
Etiquette of tart-tongued guols
Never run truck jewels
Run a culinary school for gluttony-drunk wolves
In guttural grunts smothering buttery lung ramen
Early sign of punk showed up on the diagnostic
Hm pardon if i seem stand offish all the see-sawed loss
I cant call it all petite drawn straws and orange caution
Or outcast creeps re-involved for absolvement
It's gaudy plus when a hell-bound offspring and yours share an office
All evolved salty watch if fortune is a b**ch with venom and laser tits
Maybe sin 'll make for sugar-flavored fresh
Kings taste terrible at best and rest in peace raw
The rest are recipes caw