| Song | Corn Maze |
| Artist | Malibu Ken |
| Artist | Aesop Rock |
| Artist | Tobacco |
| Album | Corn Maze |
| [00:10.86] | I'm the world weekly news bat child |
| [00:13.29] | B-lining ash pile to ash pile to ash pile |
| [00:16.19] | For every ghost climbing out the flat file |
| [00:18.63] | Every gaff, every lone spaz in a snack aisle |
| [00:21.45] | Cracked out, don’t touch that dial ever |
| [00:23.65] | These trap doors forecast quagmire weather |
| [00:26.12] | But it's worth it |
| [00:26.91] | From cobras out to kiss him on the cheek |
| [00:28.77] | To snatching victory from out the jaws of imminent defeat |
| [00:31.39] | The phone ping from a pillow fort in a corn maze |
| [00:34.41] | I don't have a horse in ya war games |
| [00:37.10] | I don’t even really like horses |
| [00:39.42] | I like wild orchids and neighbors with wide orbits |
| [00:42.13] | Electric fence and pets that tend to pretty much ignore us |
| [00:44.92] | We headbutt in the mornings then report to separate corners |
| [00:47.37] | Criminy ya killin' me Smalls, the fist balls up |
| [00:50.01] | I pull my hood down, I got some walls up |
| [00:57.03] | Walls up |
| [01:00.77] | I keep my coat on I got some walls up |
| [01:05.50] | Chips down, walls up |
| [01:10.89] | I cut the lights off |
| [01:13.16] | Every day I wake up in a gallon of sweat |
| [01:16.07] | Puke blood, hit the shower, turn to Malibu Ken |
| [01:18.61] | While you were asking all your lackeys "are we jackals or men?" |
| [01:21.21] | I've been the sorcery authority should catch if they can |
| [01:23.87] | Mostly a master of none |
| [01:25.21] | Come try the coffee it's burnt |
| [01:26.51] | He tip a chapter it sucks |
| [01:27.75] | Top of the mothian world |
| [01:29.07] | Pick a one horse town, four horsemen got his number |
| [01:32.05] | I feed each one the others camouflaged in Fluffernutters |
| [01:34.62] | The million dollar free jazz speak in a secret garden |
| [01:37.53] | Some people think it's freakish |
| [01:38.72] | But they can't deny the harvest |
| [01:40.05] | It's funny when they're later made |
| [01:41.50] | To celebrate the **** they said was garbage |
| [01:43.19] | It only show the city who the mark is |
| [01:45.18] | Are we Donatello’s David or delicate frozen Charlottes |
| [01:48.05] | Even Davids know an Arthur often will be no catharsis |
| [01:50.61] | The voices in my head still talk tough |
| [01:53.48] | I go to bed stoned I got some walls up |
| [02:00.30] | Walls up |
| [02:04.20] | I keep my coat on I got some walls up |
| [02:09.04] | Chips down, walls up |
| [02:14.67] | I cut the lights off |
| [02:16.95] | In a lavish rabbit hole with no rabbits |
| [02:19.67] | Young dumb dust bunnies jump into traffic |
| [02:22.34] | Casually gussied up and done feeling unsung and savage |
| [02:25.54] | Punk we have come for your cabbage |
| [02:27.78] | I’m bad news travel like a rat through your cabinet |
| [02:30.21] | Spaz |
| [02:30.98] | Twenty paw pads full of scabs |
| [02:32.76] | Often a false ad full plaid all dander |
| [02:35.26] | Blast off black jackdaws on his antlers |
| [02:38.12] | Zero faithers |
| [02:39.47] | Wearily fear his neighbors |
| [02:40.86] | Some day we'll find a way to make these billionaires obey us |
| [02:43.47] | Some day we’ll earn a subdivision gaudier than reprobates |
| [02:46.22] | Who sit around impressed and guess the order of the Tetris rain |
| [02:48.63] | With biblical as reckoning |
| [02:49.97] | Son of surly Satan torn asunder |
| [02:51.93] | Private number, public urination |
| [02:53.79] | We socialize with pundits who encompass all the wrong stuff |
| [02:56.90] | I count the bread quick, I got some walls up |
| [03:03.02] | Walls up |
| [03:06.98] | I keep my coat on I got some walls up |
| [03:11.91] | Chips down, walls up |
| [03:16.98] | I cut the lights off |
| [00:10.86] | I' m the world weekly news bat child |
| [00:13.29] | Blining ash pile to ash pile to ash pile |
| [00:16.19] | For every ghost climbing out the flat file |
| [00:18.63] | Every gaff, every lone spaz in a snack aisle |
| [00:21.45] | Cracked out, don' t touch that dial ever |
| [00:23.65] | These trap doors forecast quagmire weather |
| [00:26.12] | But it' s worth it |
| [00:26.91] | From cobras out to kiss him on the cheek |
| [00:28.77] | To snatching victory from out the jaws of imminent defeat |
| [00:31.39] | The phone ping from a pillow fort in a corn maze |
| [00:34.41] | I don' t have a horse in ya war games |
| [00:37.10] | I don' t even really like horses |
| [00:39.42] | I like wild orchids and neighbors with wide orbits |
| [00:42.13] | Electric fence and pets that tend to pretty much ignore us |
| [00:44.92] | We headbutt in the mornings then report to separate corners |
| [00:47.37] | Criminy ya killin' me Smalls, the fist balls up |
| [00:50.01] | I pull my hood down, I got some walls up |
| [00:57.03] | Walls up |
| [01:00.77] | I keep my coat on I got some walls up |
| [01:05.50] | Chips down, walls up |
| [01:10.89] | I cut the lights off |
| [01:13.16] | Every day I wake up in a gallon of sweat |
| [01:16.07] | Puke blood, hit the shower, turn to Malibu Ken |
| [01:18.61] | While you were asking all your lackeys " are we jackals or men?" |
| [01:21.21] | I' ve been the sorcery authority should catch if they can |
| [01:23.87] | Mostly a master of none |
| [01:25.21] | Come try the coffee it' s burnt |
| [01:26.51] | He tip a chapter it sucks |
| [01:27.75] | Top of the mothian world |
| [01:29.07] | Pick a one horse town, four horsemen got his number |
| [01:32.05] | I feed each one the others camouflaged in Fluffernutters |
| [01:34.62] | The million dollar free jazz speak in a secret garden |
| [01:37.53] | Some people think it' s freakish |
| [01:38.72] | But they can' t deny the harvest |
| [01:40.05] | It' s funny when they' re later made |
| [01:41.50] | To celebrate the they said was garbage |
| [01:43.19] | It only show the city who the mark is |
| [01:45.18] | Are we Donatello' s David or delicate frozen Charlottes |
| [01:48.05] | Even Davids know an Arthur often will be no catharsis |
| [01:50.61] | The voices in my head still talk tough |
| [01:53.48] | I go to bed stoned I got some walls up |
| [02:00.30] | Walls up |
| [02:04.20] | I keep my coat on I got some walls up |
| [02:09.04] | Chips down, walls up |
| [02:14.67] | I cut the lights off |
| [02:16.95] | In a lavish rabbit hole with no rabbits |
| [02:19.67] | Young dumb dust bunnies jump into traffic |
| [02:22.34] | Casually gussied up and done feeling unsung and savage |
| [02:25.54] | Punk we have come for your cabbage |
| [02:27.78] | I' m bad news travel like a rat through your cabinet |
| [02:30.21] | Spaz |
| [02:30.98] | Twenty paw pads full of scabs |
| [02:32.76] | Often a false ad full plaid all dander |
| [02:35.26] | Blast off black jackdaws on his antlers |
| [02:38.12] | Zero faithers |
| [02:39.47] | Wearily fear his neighbors |
| [02:40.86] | Some day we' ll find a way to make these billionaires obey us |
| [02:43.47] | Some day we' ll earn a subdivision gaudier than reprobates |
| [02:46.22] | Who sit around impressed and guess the order of the Tetris rain |
| [02:48.63] | With biblical as reckoning |
| [02:49.97] | Son of surly Satan torn asunder |
| [02:51.93] | Private number, public urination |
| [02:53.79] | We socialize with pundits who encompass all the wrong stuff |
| [02:56.90] | I count the bread quick, I got some walls up |
| [03:03.02] | Walls up |
| [03:06.98] | I keep my coat on I got some walls up |
| [03:11.91] | Chips down, walls up |
| [03:16.98] | I cut the lights off |