| Song | Fast Cars, Danger, Fire And Knives(Excerpt) |
| Artist | Aesop Rock |
| Album | The Wire Tapper 12 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:13.92] | Who's that walking with a hole in his head? |
| [00:17.58] | Big bad Bazooka |
| [00:18.69] | Tooth, I came to break bread. |
| [00:20.61] | What's a troop's recipe for treacherous times? |
| [00:23.22] | I tell 'em...... ah **** it, y |
| [00:25.86] | 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 |
| [00:35.73] | Cambodia with motor home appraisers. |
| [00:38.07] | Pagans fade into the kodochrome now, later with a lid to brow staple revisit the cobra loading zone. |
| [00:44.19] | Molar foaming but he hold his own wound cauterized by the |
| [00:47.61] | Zippo he had stole that afternoon. |
| [00:49.53] | And my dog tags jingle by the monster island heart he built. |
| [00:52.77] | Grew up with a |
| [00:53.43] | Jug head crown tilt and tardy slip. |
| [00:55.77] | Be all you can be just never soothed us. |
| [00:58.38] | You lost me in that part about scrubbing piss with a toothbrush. |
| [01:01.50] | Holler scum's lullaby. |
| [01:03.00] | Live from the ultra-fly sham city bunker where the coldest cults multiply alarmingly. |
| [01:07.89] | Hush little baby, timeout. |
| [01:09.39] | The black market mockingbirds cannot sing a lick but lean 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. |
| [01:21.90] | And magnify through the same lens that set the ants on fire. |
| [01:24.78] | Flush the |
| [01:25.26] | Muppet hootenanny. |
| [01:26.37] | Who could fancy honor circuit when the circle's every duke is claiming |
| [01:29.70] | Trooper, scoop the food in pantry. |
| [01:31.17] | Ante up, stupid. |
| [01:32.34] | May delusion feed 'em roofie candy and pry the gold out of his tooth when laughing. |
| [01:36.60] | Pocket all you can now. |
| [01:38.04] | Block and lead the lambs down to the cold cutlery outfit. |
| [01:40.98] | Slaughter beef and cow tip. |
| [01:42.48] | Pour the chief some fountain soda, motor prone to pen the holy opus and pry this monkey off the scoliosis. |
| [01:48.00] | Who's that walking with a hole in his head? |
| [01:51.03] | Bazooka Tooth, |
| [01:51.93] | Gemini, I came to break bread. |
| [01:54.12] | What's a troop's recipe for treacherous times? |
| [01:56.58] | I tell 'em fast cars, danger, fire and knives, lets go |
| [02:05.91] | Fast cars, danger, fire and knives... (3x) |
| [02:08.37] | I got her majesty |
| [02:09.63] | Athena riding shotty wide-eyed |
| [02:23.07] | Its like never mind the bullocks. (*******) |
| [02:24.72] | Like every other week these hipster tabloids jumping on and off my dick pistol's bullets |
| [02:29.31] | Like every other week he spins the bottle. |
| [02:31.44] | Like every other week these ****ing fanzines forget if they spit or swallow |
| [02:35.31] | Too bad your inner sheep never forgets to follow, cuz my inner greed to feed your hate for loving us is hostile. |
| [02:40.86] | Fortunate for me it coincides with what comes natural, so the mongrels that |
| [02:44.61] | I run with turn the ****ing yous into fast food |
| [02:46.62] | Like a little freak sick of the 3 o'clock bully knuckle dust, nursing his last ************ner, finds the shoebox in his mother's truck. |
| [02:53.16] | Tomorrow's extra curricular punching bag will finger daddy's widow maker out a brown lunch bag (bang!). |
| [02:58.65] | This is where the hunch back snake oil peddlers stuck under the burgundy sky of spaghetti westerns tend to bubble up. |
| [03:05.37] | Weathermen huddle up. |
| [03:06.48] | Today the son of one too many 'yes sir's kings his checkers, watch the double jump. |
| [03:10.86] | Back with a platter of hot leeches that'll drink up-every bloody drop down to the last diseases, it's |
| [03:15.93] | A-E-S-O-P- |
| [03:17.76] | R-O-C-K, the peak twister. |
| [03:18.87] | Defender of the son of |
| [03:20.19] | Vaughn Bode's |
| [03:20.88] | Cheech Wizard. |
| [03:21.90] | I used to pray the trea*******ents got easier with my aging like serotonin weekends was merely comedic hazing. |
| [03:27.84] | Wrong, but along his travels located the key to world peace: “kill every mother****er but me.” |
| [03:34.26] | You cool with that? |
| [03:34.83] | Cool. Bang. |
| [03:35.19] | You? Cool. |
| [03:35.97] | Hang. You? |
| [03:36.60] | No? Uh... bang? |
| [03:37.68] | Cool. Sorry, dog, rules are rules. |
| [03:39.57] | And too long have |
| [03:40.17] | I followed yours. |
| [03:40.98] | I'm trying to get them years back, and walk through every cipher with dynamite in a beer hat. |
| [03:46.11] | Who's that walking with a hole in his head? |
| [03:48.15] | Bazooka Tooth |
| [03:49.05] | Krueger, I came to break bread. |
| [03:51.21] | What's a troop's recipe for treacherous times? |
| [03:53.73] | I tell 'em fast cars, danger, fire and knives. |
| [04:00.03] | Fast cars, danger, fire and knives... |
| [04:05.46] | I got her majesty |
| [04:06.96] | Athena riding shotty wide-eyed |
| [00:13.92] | Who' s that walking with a hole in his head? |
| [00:17.58] | Big bad Bazooka |
| [00:18.69] | Tooth, I came to break bread. |
| [00:20.61] | What' s a troop' s recipe for treacherous times? |
| [00:23.22] | I tell ' em...... ah it, y |
| [00:25.86] | 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 |
| [00:35.73] | Cambodia with motor home appraisers. |
| [00:38.07] | Pagans fade into the kodochrome now, later with a lid to brow staple revisit the cobra loading zone. |
| [00:44.19] | Molar foaming but he hold his own wound cauterized by the |
| [00:47.61] | Zippo he had stole that afternoon. |
| [00:49.53] | And my dog tags jingle by the monster island heart he built. |
| [00:52.77] | Grew up with a |
| [00:53.43] | Jug head crown tilt and tardy slip. |
| [00:55.77] | Be all you can be just never soothed us. |
| [00:58.38] | You lost me in that part about scrubbing piss with a toothbrush. |
| [01:01.50] | Holler scum' s lullaby. |
| [01:03.00] | Live from the ultrafly sham city bunker where the coldest cults multiply alarmingly. |
| [01:07.89] | Hush little baby, timeout. |
| [01:09.39] | The black market mockingbirds cannot sing a lick but lean 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. |
| [01:21.90] | And magnify through the same lens that set the ants on fire. |
| [01:24.78] | Flush the |
| [01:25.26] | Muppet hootenanny. |
| [01:26.37] | Who could fancy honor circuit when the circle' s every duke is claiming |
| [01:29.70] | Trooper, scoop the food in pantry. |
| [01:31.17] | Ante up, stupid. |
| [01:32.34] | May delusion feed ' em roofie candy and pry the gold out of his tooth when laughing. |
| [01:36.60] | Pocket all you can now. |
| [01:38.04] | Block and lead the lambs down to the cold cutlery outfit. |
| [01:40.98] | Slaughter beef and cow tip. |
| [01:42.48] | Pour the chief some fountain soda, motor prone to pen the holy opus and pry this monkey off the scoliosis. |
| [01:48.00] | Who' s that walking with a hole in his head? |
| [01:51.03] | Bazooka Tooth, |
| [01:51.93] | Gemini, I came to break bread. |
| [01:54.12] | What' s a troop' s recipe for treacherous times? |
| [01:56.58] | I tell ' em fast cars, danger, fire and knives, lets go |
| [02:05.91] | Fast cars, danger, fire and knives... 3x |
| [02:08.37] | I got her majesty |
| [02:09.63] | Athena riding shotty wideeyed |
| [02:23.07] | Its like never mind the bullocks. |
| [02:24.72] | Like every other week these hipster tabloids jumping on and off my dick pistol' s bullets |
| [02:29.31] | Like every other week he spins the bottle. |
| [02:31.44] | Like every other week these ing fanzines forget if they spit or swallow |
| [02:35.31] | Too bad your inner sheep never forgets to follow, cuz my inner greed to feed your hate for loving us is hostile. |
| [02:40.86] | Fortunate for me it coincides with what comes natural, so the mongrels that |
| [02:44.61] | I run with turn the ing yous into fast food |
| [02:46.62] | Like a little freak sick of the 3 o' clock bully knuckle dust, nursing his last ner, finds the shoebox in his mother' s truck. |
| [02:53.16] | Tomorrow' s extra curricular punching bag will finger daddy' s widow maker out a brown lunch bag bang!. |
| [02:58.65] | This is where the hunch back snake oil peddlers stuck under the burgundy sky of spaghetti westerns tend to bubble up. |
| [03:05.37] | Weathermen huddle up. |
| [03:06.48] | Today the son of one too many ' yes sir' s kings his checkers, watch the double jump. |
| [03:10.86] | Back with a platter of hot leeches that' ll drink upevery bloody drop down to the last diseases, it' s |
| [03:15.93] | AESOP |
| [03:17.76] | ROCK, the peak twister. |
| [03:18.87] | Defender of the son of |
| [03:20.19] | Vaughn Bode' s |
| [03:20.88] | Cheech Wizard. |
| [03:21.90] | I used to pray the trea ents got easier with my aging like serotonin weekends was merely comedic hazing. |
| [03:27.84] | Wrong, but along his travels located the key to world peace: " kill every mother er but me." |
| [03:34.26] | You cool with that? |
| [03:34.83] | Cool. Bang. |
| [03:35.19] | You? Cool. |
| [03:35.97] | Hang. You? |
| [03:36.60] | No? Uh... bang? |
| [03:37.68] | Cool. Sorry, dog, rules are rules. |
| [03:39.57] | And too long have |
| [03:40.17] | I followed yours. |
| [03:40.98] | I' m trying to get them years back, and walk through every cipher with dynamite in a beer hat. |
| [03:46.11] | Who' s that walking with a hole in his head? |
| [03:48.15] | Bazooka Tooth |
| [03:49.05] | Krueger, I came to break bread. |
| [03:51.21] | What' s a troop' s recipe for treacherous times? |
| [03:53.73] | I tell ' em fast cars, danger, fire and knives. |
| [04:00.03] | Fast cars, danger, fire and knives... |
| [04:05.46] | I got her majesty |
| [04:06.96] | Athena riding shotty wideeyed |
| [00:13.92] | Who' s that walking with a hole in his head? |
| [00:17.58] | Big bad Bazooka |
| [00:18.69] | Tooth, I came to break bread. |
| [00:20.61] | What' s a troop' s recipe for treacherous times? |
| [00:23.22] | I tell ' em...... ah it, y |
| [00:25.86] | 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 |
| [00:35.73] | Cambodia with motor home appraisers. |
| [00:38.07] | Pagans fade into the kodochrome now, later with a lid to brow staple revisit the cobra loading zone. |
| [00:44.19] | Molar foaming but he hold his own wound cauterized by the |
| [00:47.61] | Zippo he had stole that afternoon. |
| [00:49.53] | And my dog tags jingle by the monster island heart he built. |
| [00:52.77] | Grew up with a |
| [00:53.43] | Jug head crown tilt and tardy slip. |
| [00:55.77] | Be all you can be just never soothed us. |
| [00:58.38] | You lost me in that part about scrubbing piss with a toothbrush. |
| [01:01.50] | Holler scum' s lullaby. |
| [01:03.00] | Live from the ultrafly sham city bunker where the coldest cults multiply alarmingly. |
| [01:07.89] | Hush little baby, timeout. |
| [01:09.39] | The black market mockingbirds cannot sing a lick but lean 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. |
| [01:21.90] | And magnify through the same lens that set the ants on fire. |
| [01:24.78] | Flush the |
| [01:25.26] | Muppet hootenanny. |
| [01:26.37] | Who could fancy honor circuit when the circle' s every duke is claiming |
| [01:29.70] | Trooper, scoop the food in pantry. |
| [01:31.17] | Ante up, stupid. |
| [01:32.34] | May delusion feed ' em roofie candy and pry the gold out of his tooth when laughing. |
| [01:36.60] | Pocket all you can now. |
| [01:38.04] | Block and lead the lambs down to the cold cutlery outfit. |
| [01:40.98] | Slaughter beef and cow tip. |
| [01:42.48] | Pour the chief some fountain soda, motor prone to pen the holy opus and pry this monkey off the scoliosis. |
| [01:48.00] | Who' s that walking with a hole in his head? |
| [01:51.03] | Bazooka Tooth, |
| [01:51.93] | Gemini, I came to break bread. |
| [01:54.12] | What' s a troop' s recipe for treacherous times? |
| [01:56.58] | I tell ' em fast cars, danger, fire and knives, lets go |
| [02:05.91] | Fast cars, danger, fire and knives... 3x |
| [02:08.37] | I got her majesty |
| [02:09.63] | Athena riding shotty wideeyed |
| [02:23.07] | Its like never mind the bullocks. |
| [02:24.72] | Like every other week these hipster tabloids jumping on and off my dick pistol' s bullets |
| [02:29.31] | Like every other week he spins the bottle. |
| [02:31.44] | Like every other week these ing fanzines forget if they spit or swallow |
| [02:35.31] | Too bad your inner sheep never forgets to follow, cuz my inner greed to feed your hate for loving us is hostile. |
| [02:40.86] | Fortunate for me it coincides with what comes natural, so the mongrels that |
| [02:44.61] | I run with turn the ing yous into fast food |
| [02:46.62] | Like a little freak sick of the 3 o' clock bully knuckle dust, nursing his last ner, finds the shoebox in his mother' s truck. |
| [02:53.16] | Tomorrow' s extra curricular punching bag will finger daddy' s widow maker out a brown lunch bag bang!. |
| [02:58.65] | This is where the hunch back snake oil peddlers stuck under the burgundy sky of spaghetti westerns tend to bubble up. |
| [03:05.37] | Weathermen huddle up. |
| [03:06.48] | Today the son of one too many ' yes sir' s kings his checkers, watch the double jump. |
| [03:10.86] | Back with a platter of hot leeches that' ll drink upevery bloody drop down to the last diseases, it' s |
| [03:15.93] | AESOP |
| [03:17.76] | ROCK, the peak twister. |
| [03:18.87] | Defender of the son of |
| [03:20.19] | Vaughn Bode' s |
| [03:20.88] | Cheech Wizard. |
| [03:21.90] | I used to pray the trea ents got easier with my aging like serotonin weekends was merely comedic hazing. |
| [03:27.84] | Wrong, but along his travels located the key to world peace: " kill every mother er but me." |
| [03:34.26] | You cool with that? |
| [03:34.83] | Cool. Bang. |
| [03:35.19] | You? Cool. |
| [03:35.97] | Hang. You? |
| [03:36.60] | No? Uh... bang? |
| [03:37.68] | Cool. Sorry, dog, rules are rules. |
| [03:39.57] | And too long have |
| [03:40.17] | I followed yours. |
| [03:40.98] | I' m trying to get them years back, and walk through every cipher with dynamite in a beer hat. |
| [03:46.11] | Who' s that walking with a hole in his head? |
| [03:48.15] | Bazooka Tooth |
| [03:49.05] | Krueger, I came to break bread. |
| [03:51.21] | What' s a troop' s recipe for treacherous times? |
| [03:53.73] | I tell ' em fast cars, danger, fire and knives. |
| [04:00.03] | Fast cars, danger, fire and knives... |
| [04:05.46] | I got her majesty |
| [04:06.96] | Athena riding shotty wideeyed |