Fast Cars Lyrics - Aesop Rock

Checkmate sucka, not a move, game's over! 

Who's that walking with a hole in his head? 

Big bad Bazooka Tooth, I came to break bread 

What's a troop's recipe for treacherous times? 

I tell 'em..ah, fuck it, yo! 

I pull the elephant tranq out of my neck 

Gaffle a tank, count up the chips, wrastle the fangs off of my fist 

Flood a little soldier blood over the ogre acres 

On some holiday in Cambodia with motor home appraisers 

Pagans fade into the Kodachrome now, later 

With a lid to brow staple 

Revist the cobra loading zone 

Molar foaming but he hold his own. Wound 

Cauterized by the zippo he had stole that afternoon 

And my dog tags jingle by the monster island heart he built 

Grew up with a jughead crown tilt and tardy slip 

Be all you can be just never soothed us (Nope!) 

You lost me in that part about scrubbing piss with a toothbrush 

Holler scum's lullaby 

Live from the ultra-fly sham city bunker where the coldest cults multiply alarmingly 

Hush little baby, timeout! 

The black market mockingbirds can not sing a lick but learn to peck your eyes out 

Of commission with love, out a tradition of wraiths pick on the visions that buzz 

Bet on the kitten's escape, solder the piston to pump out a veteran amplifier 

And magnify through the same lens that set the ants on fire 

Flush the moppet hootenanny 

Who could fancy honor circuit when the circle's every duke is clammy? 

Trooper, scoop the food in pantry 

Ante up, stupid! 

May delusion feed 'em foofi candy and pry the gold out of his tooth when lamping 

Pocket all you can now 

Block will lead the lambs down to the cold cutlery outfit 

Slaughter beef and cow tip 

Pour the chief some fountain soda 

Motor prone to pen the holy opus and pry this monkey off the scoliosis like: 

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Who's that walking with a hole in his head? 

Bazooka Tooth, gemini, I came to break bread 

What's a troop's recipe for treacherous times? 

I tell 'em fast cars, danger, fire and knives, let's go 

Fast cars, danger, fire and knives 

Fast cars, danger, fire and knives 

Fast cars, danger, fire and knives 

I got her majesty Athena riding shotty wide-eyed 

It's like never mind the bullocks 

Like every other week these hipster tabloids jumping on and off my sex pistol's bullets 

Like every other week he spins the bottle 

Like every other week these fucking fanzines forget if they spit or swallow 

Too bad your inner sheep never forgets to follow 

Cause my inner greed to feed your hate for loving us is hostile 

Fortunate for me it coincides with what comes natural 

So the mongrels that I run with turn the 'fuck you's into fast food 

Like a little freak sick of the 3 o'clock bully knuckle dust 

Nursing his last shiner, finds the shoebox in his mother's truck (Uh-oh!) 

Tomorrow's extra curricular punching bag 

Will finger daddy's widow maker out a brown lunch bag (Bang!) 

This is where the hunch back snake oil peddlers 

Stuck under the burgundy sky of spaghetti westerns tend to bubble up 

Weathermen huddle up 

Today, the son of one too many 'yes sir's kings his checkers, watch the double jump 

Back with a platter of hot leeches that'll drink up-every bloody drop down 

To the last diseases, it's A-E-S-O-P-R-O-C-K, the peak twister 

Defender of the son of Vaughn Bode's Cheech Wizard 

I used to pray the treatments got easier with my aging 

Like serotonin weekends was merely comedic hazing 

Wrong, but along his travels located the key to world peace: kill every motherfucker but me 

You cool with that? Cool, bang 

You? Cool, hang 

You? No? Uh..bang? Cool 

Sorry, dog, rules are rules 

And too long have I followed yours 

I'm trying to get them years back, and walk through every cipher with dynamite in a beer hat 

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Who's that walking with a hole in his head? 

Bazooka Tooth Krueger, I came to break bread 

What's a troop's recipe for treacherous times? 

I tell 'em fast cars, danger, fire and knives, let's go 

Fast cars, danger, fire and knives 

Fast cars, danger, fire and knives 

Fast cars, danger, fire and knives 

I got her majesty Athena riding shotty wide-eyed