Supercell Lyrics - The Impossible Kid - Aesop Rock

Die already 

None defied a one man walled city 

Stone made flesh veins etched in his hands 

Eighty-eight stance strengthened invasive plants 

And rain dance on safely, brace for the supercell 

Mutineer footage for your blooper reel who could tell 

Pours hot tar from the top of the barn 

Necktie on his head; condor on his arm 

Dog star in a jar bordering unsustainable 

Man called but may I call[?] but maybe I should pray a cult[?] 

Systematic catholic or sigil of the baphomet unraveling 

Either way his I.D. show a snake and skull 

Always been a private dude who couldn't keep a tally 

Of which lies he told who 

Die his hair, shave, change names in his lazy drawl 

Soon enough I will estrange you all 

Like get ghost 

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On Dasher 

Half dead carolers deck a hall, wreck a whole advent calendar 

Brother on speakerphone lurkin' at the Burgerville 

Bathrobe hammer toes murdering the curb appeal 

What I be returning are forsaken with the craving and 

Carnivourous vegetation that take him for his steakums 

I don't know I gotta think about it 

Truthfully I don't know which makes me a bigger coward 

Either stomach all the hubris, cash in his two cents 

Loose lips locked up over a chewed eucharist 

Or, maybe reappropriate the energy 

Hold up passin' the poultry to Hecate 

Bull-headed burn out fled his own pedigree 

And never better, never would've met your heaven anyway 

Anyway, Mary Mary go make soup out of bones 

Just know when the room go cold 

I'm a ghost 

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G-H-O-S-T 

Ghost ghost ghost 

He's ghost 

Flea comb exorcism, and de-worming 

Fitted for a curse and a cronenberg circling 

Search party falling forward unthwarted 

Meet him at the crossroads drawn and quartered 

For a master of puppets, how sad are his cupboards 

Non-dairy creamers, can of last supper 

And a runneth over cup full of black tap water 

Its a marvel of privacy over back honor 

Raspberry jelly on his jesus toast 

And turn heather gray sweats into Easter clothes 

With no immediately measurable crime wave ice age 

Christ's children still skin a cat sideways 

I don't pick teams or administer bands 

I'm in a creek with a pick in a panic go 

Forcibly ejected or a voluntary death scene 

Tell 'em what the out of order blinking EMF mean 

Ghost