| Song | Super Fluke |
| Artist | Aesop Rock |
| Album | Bazooka Tooth |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Aesop Rock, Bavitz | |
| I skunk the blood up as to numb the public interface | |
| Before the anime corrodes | |
| I'm trying to fork the figure eights. | |
| Hogwash etiquette, truncate long haul leverage picket. | |
| Out built auto-bricklayers with 10 guerrilla digits. | |
| A the Don | |
| Darko bark | |
| O beautiful pirhana gossip, cobwebs on the | |
| Kafka. Choke up on watcher logic with a left-center field indicator gestured gently. | |
| Smash when the 101-octane hemlock tea pumps chest to extremity. | |
| And phenom limp it to the wicked recon. | |
| Prowler fist up with a | |
| Bowser twist vs. | |
| America's kooky coward clips. | |
| Pump breaks, cupcake. | |
| I melt through the father formula. | |
| Goofus merked | |
| Gallant, the missing link was apparent. | |
| Drugstore cowboy, hold floors and grudges, **** the | |
| Judy piece while | |
| Elroy burlge space cakes out the cupboard. | |
| I could kill a cockroach with only | |
| Wallabies and rug burn, pin 'em down and funnel up boric acid chuggers if stubborn. | |
| Mash jackals. | |
| Hacks flash | |
| Bedazzlers. | |
| Capture flags and crash test happy campers. | |
| For the typecast ponies grazing through the weekend ring alarms with bassy kicks that flip whips on the | |
| Major Deagon. | |
| Out of dodge nauseous.(I don't feel good) | |
| Yo El, leave the keys to the | |
| Delorian with | |
| Lauren at the office. | |
| I peak the 88 streak off with a fiery disposition and basic serotonin deficient symptoms. [CHORUS] | |
| Alpha uno compute. | |
| Motor mouth askew at the root. | |
| Brick house, huff, blew the roof. | |
| Please don't feed the bazooka tooth, evolution super fluke... | |
| With a kiddy pool full of warm milk, | |
| Nyquil and powdered | |
| Ammbiene they found him, trying to drown sheep and count 'em. | |
| The rowers keep rowing. | |
| Pachyderm tranq dart blowgun pressed to the nape of the neck only spent 12 seconds frozen. | |
| Marathon eye-opener most likely misinterpreted, 'cuz one bad night before the big briefing ain't breached the surface yet. | |
| Holler dirt merchant... echo out | |
| Brooklyn, where the women are beautiful and the vagrants piss crooked. | |
| This is the sound of one man getting high with one hand in a forest with a tree falling alone... ya heard? | |
| Cut rugs to it. | |
| Me and my leaky budget nickel-bribe the judges just as a beautiful goose egg motif's adorning the panel's judgment. (Overnight Biggies) | |
| Overnight | |
| Biggies plunk quarters into an | |
| A & R Zoltar while the incubated fade collar pop folklore in effect. | |
| Now they want to mitigate the gusto, that's like asking the cast of | |
| Watership | |
| Down to **** slow. | |
| Homogenized carnies. | |
| Voodoo lullaby placebo collide zombies. | |
| Blazing R& | |
| B sucker pop lolli **** spoon futile cartoony maneuvers to soothe roosters. | |
| Doctor I'm having headaches and pink slips in my locker. | |
| My agenda needs a walker. (Hey) | |
| It's better than | |
| Cats! See a grown-ass-man decay to red worm food in house fly years while y'all stable, like all aspiring actors waiting tables. [CHORUS] | |
| So I line 'em up and ask 'em flat... wanna de-worm the belly of this? | |
| Orphan bloodlust or timidity? | |
| Solidify. | |
| Widdle I Aes millipede uncivil. | |
| When Millie pulled the pistol that tore the vanilla sky across the middle. | |
| A billion little crimson pinholes sweat on vintage quill venom developed by a fatal blues anthology. | |
| Communities on cue bury their ostrich beaks. | |
| Thought it was carnie mirrors 'til the cold morning stunk the stink of obsolete heroes. | |
| Hyena for the sci-fi, | |
| God barter "non" for hyphen. | |
| Promo charted phobia specific violence like a 50 foot | |
| Bob Barker deployed to incinerate | |
| New York, which in a way's more scary than thermonuclear war. | |
| I got my tongue down | |
| Karma's throat. | |
| Half a dozen spy cams rigged up in blackmail science. | |
| Swamp rats back off a destiny that ****s her clients hence the riots. | |
| You lose, she knew about the tapes and asked for my assistance to clip the biased. | |
| Lucky sevens buddy up for mass taxidermy. | |
| Some burn facts and secure camo to past. | |
| I'm open bodega with ankle anvil pre-shackled out, cancel hackers backwards 'til the death tarot and rains collabo. | |
| Hope's a broken arrow stabbing blind through the fog in the log cabin, which gathered and hasn't budged since 9/11. | |
| Give him a couple close friends, a women in his old bed while he waits. | |
| He'll hug it all with no plans to escape. [CHORUS] |
| zuo ci : Aesop Rock, Bavitz | |
| I skunk the blood up as to numb the public interface | |
| Before the anime corrodes | |
| I' m trying to fork the figure eights. | |
| Hogwash etiquette, truncate long haul leverage picket. | |
| Out built autobricklayers with 10 guerrilla digits. | |
| A the Don | |
| Darko bark | |
| O beautiful pirhana gossip, cobwebs on the | |
| Kafka. Choke up on watcher logic with a leftcenter field indicator gestured gently. | |
| Smash when the 101octane hemlock tea pumps chest to extremity. | |
| And phenom limp it to the wicked recon. | |
| Prowler fist up with a | |
| Bowser twist vs. | |
| America' s kooky coward clips. | |
| Pump breaks, cupcake. | |
| I melt through the father formula. | |
| Goofus merked | |
| Gallant, the missing link was apparent. | |
| Drugstore cowboy, hold floors and grudges, the | |
| Judy piece while | |
| Elroy burlge space cakes out the cupboard. | |
| I could kill a cockroach with only | |
| Wallabies and rug burn, pin ' em down and funnel up boric acid chuggers if stubborn. | |
| Mash jackals. | |
| Hacks flash | |
| Bedazzlers. | |
| Capture flags and crash test happy campers. | |
| For the typecast ponies grazing through the weekend ring alarms with bassy kicks that flip whips on the | |
| Major Deagon. | |
| Out of dodge nauseous. I don' t feel good | |
| Yo El, leave the keys to the | |
| Delorian with | |
| Lauren at the office. | |
| I peak the 88 streak off with a fiery disposition and basic serotonin deficient symptoms. CHORUS | |
| Alpha uno compute. | |
| Motor mouth askew at the root. | |
| Brick house, huff, blew the roof. | |
| Please don' t feed the bazooka tooth, evolution super fluke... | |
| With a kiddy pool full of warm milk, | |
| Nyquil and powdered | |
| Ammbiene they found him, trying to drown sheep and count ' em. | |
| The rowers keep rowing. | |
| Pachyderm tranq dart blowgun pressed to the nape of the neck only spent 12 seconds frozen. | |
| Marathon eyeopener most likely misinterpreted, ' cuz one bad night before the big briefing ain' t breached the surface yet. | |
| Holler dirt merchant... echo out | |
| Brooklyn, where the women are beautiful and the vagrants piss crooked. | |
| This is the sound of one man getting high with one hand in a forest with a tree falling alone... ya heard? | |
| Cut rugs to it. | |
| Me and my leaky budget nickelbribe the judges just as a beautiful goose egg motif' s adorning the panel' s judgment. Overnight Biggies | |
| Overnight | |
| Biggies plunk quarters into an | |
| A R Zoltar while the incubated fade collar pop folklore in effect. | |
| Now they want to mitigate the gusto, that' s like asking the cast of | |
| Watership | |
| Down to slow. | |
| Homogenized carnies. | |
| Voodoo lullaby placebo collide zombies. | |
| Blazing R | |
| B sucker pop lolli spoon futile cartoony maneuvers to soothe roosters. | |
| Doctor I' m having headaches and pink slips in my locker. | |
| My agenda needs a walker. Hey | |
| It' s better than | |
| Cats! See a grownassman decay to red worm food in house fly years while y' all stable, like all aspiring actors waiting tables. CHORUS | |
| So I line ' em up and ask ' em flat... wanna deworm the belly of this? | |
| Orphan bloodlust or timidity? | |
| Solidify. | |
| Widdle I Aes millipede uncivil. | |
| When Millie pulled the pistol that tore the vanilla sky across the middle. | |
| A billion little crimson pinholes sweat on vintage quill venom developed by a fatal blues anthology. | |
| Communities on cue bury their ostrich beaks. | |
| Thought it was carnie mirrors ' til the cold morning stunk the stink of obsolete heroes. | |
| Hyena for the scifi, | |
| God barter " non" for hyphen. | |
| Promo charted phobia specific violence like a 50 foot | |
| Bob Barker deployed to incinerate | |
| New York, which in a way' s more scary than thermonuclear war. | |
| I got my tongue down | |
| Karma' s throat. | |
| Half a dozen spy cams rigged up in blackmail science. | |
| Swamp rats back off a destiny that s her clients hence the riots. | |
| You lose, she knew about the tapes and asked for my assistance to clip the biased. | |
| Lucky sevens buddy up for mass taxidermy. | |
| Some burn facts and secure camo to past. | |
| I' m open bodega with ankle anvil preshackled out, cancel hackers backwards ' til the death tarot and rains collabo. | |
| Hope' s a broken arrow stabbing blind through the fog in the log cabin, which gathered and hasn' t budged since 9 11. | |
| Give him a couple close friends, a women in his old bed while he waits. | |
| He' ll hug it all with no plans to escape. CHORUS |
| zuò cí : Aesop Rock, Bavitz | |
| I skunk the blood up as to numb the public interface | |
| Before the anime corrodes | |
| I' m trying to fork the figure eights. | |
| Hogwash etiquette, truncate long haul leverage picket. | |
| Out built autobricklayers with 10 guerrilla digits. | |
| A the Don | |
| Darko bark | |
| O beautiful pirhana gossip, cobwebs on the | |
| Kafka. Choke up on watcher logic with a leftcenter field indicator gestured gently. | |
| Smash when the 101octane hemlock tea pumps chest to extremity. | |
| And phenom limp it to the wicked recon. | |
| Prowler fist up with a | |
| Bowser twist vs. | |
| America' s kooky coward clips. | |
| Pump breaks, cupcake. | |
| I melt through the father formula. | |
| Goofus merked | |
| Gallant, the missing link was apparent. | |
| Drugstore cowboy, hold floors and grudges, the | |
| Judy piece while | |
| Elroy burlge space cakes out the cupboard. | |
| I could kill a cockroach with only | |
| Wallabies and rug burn, pin ' em down and funnel up boric acid chuggers if stubborn. | |
| Mash jackals. | |
| Hacks flash | |
| Bedazzlers. | |
| Capture flags and crash test happy campers. | |
| For the typecast ponies grazing through the weekend ring alarms with bassy kicks that flip whips on the | |
| Major Deagon. | |
| Out of dodge nauseous. I don' t feel good | |
| Yo El, leave the keys to the | |
| Delorian with | |
| Lauren at the office. | |
| I peak the 88 streak off with a fiery disposition and basic serotonin deficient symptoms. CHORUS | |
| Alpha uno compute. | |
| Motor mouth askew at the root. | |
| Brick house, huff, blew the roof. | |
| Please don' t feed the bazooka tooth, evolution super fluke... | |
| With a kiddy pool full of warm milk, | |
| Nyquil and powdered | |
| Ammbiene they found him, trying to drown sheep and count ' em. | |
| The rowers keep rowing. | |
| Pachyderm tranq dart blowgun pressed to the nape of the neck only spent 12 seconds frozen. | |
| Marathon eyeopener most likely misinterpreted, ' cuz one bad night before the big briefing ain' t breached the surface yet. | |
| Holler dirt merchant... echo out | |
| Brooklyn, where the women are beautiful and the vagrants piss crooked. | |
| This is the sound of one man getting high with one hand in a forest with a tree falling alone... ya heard? | |
| Cut rugs to it. | |
| Me and my leaky budget nickelbribe the judges just as a beautiful goose egg motif' s adorning the panel' s judgment. Overnight Biggies | |
| Overnight | |
| Biggies plunk quarters into an | |
| A R Zoltar while the incubated fade collar pop folklore in effect. | |
| Now they want to mitigate the gusto, that' s like asking the cast of | |
| Watership | |
| Down to slow. | |
| Homogenized carnies. | |
| Voodoo lullaby placebo collide zombies. | |
| Blazing R | |
| B sucker pop lolli spoon futile cartoony maneuvers to soothe roosters. | |
| Doctor I' m having headaches and pink slips in my locker. | |
| My agenda needs a walker. Hey | |
| It' s better than | |
| Cats! See a grownassman decay to red worm food in house fly years while y' all stable, like all aspiring actors waiting tables. CHORUS | |
| So I line ' em up and ask ' em flat... wanna deworm the belly of this? | |
| Orphan bloodlust or timidity? | |
| Solidify. | |
| Widdle I Aes millipede uncivil. | |
| When Millie pulled the pistol that tore the vanilla sky across the middle. | |
| A billion little crimson pinholes sweat on vintage quill venom developed by a fatal blues anthology. | |
| Communities on cue bury their ostrich beaks. | |
| Thought it was carnie mirrors ' til the cold morning stunk the stink of obsolete heroes. | |
| Hyena for the scifi, | |
| God barter " non" for hyphen. | |
| Promo charted phobia specific violence like a 50 foot | |
| Bob Barker deployed to incinerate | |
| New York, which in a way' s more scary than thermonuclear war. | |
| I got my tongue down | |
| Karma' s throat. | |
| Half a dozen spy cams rigged up in blackmail science. | |
| Swamp rats back off a destiny that s her clients hence the riots. | |
| You lose, she knew about the tapes and asked for my assistance to clip the biased. | |
| Lucky sevens buddy up for mass taxidermy. | |
| Some burn facts and secure camo to past. | |
| I' m open bodega with ankle anvil preshackled out, cancel hackers backwards ' til the death tarot and rains collabo. | |
| Hope' s a broken arrow stabbing blind through the fog in the log cabin, which gathered and hasn' t budged since 9 11. | |
| Give him a couple close friends, a women in his old bed while he waits. | |
| He' ll hug it all with no plans to escape. CHORUS |