Chunneler

Lyrics:
"3's company, Appetite for Destruction tee, Chunky Monkey, Funyuns, I can feel the cat judging me, please, I've seen you eat your puke and drink the toilet water, which completely renders your opinion void you little fucker, poison puffers hit the reef, hissing through their missing teeth, pissy like a minotaur with 6 hours in the middle seat, or middle schoolers protesting the mystery meat and Catcher ban, castaways, walk into the same light as Carol Ann, dagger in his teeth and treat a rapper like a rack of lamb, his allergy is middling, his middle finger's Plastic Man, dag, they want a de-radicalized youth, though it sort of undermines the magic of high noon, my right hand writing a diary of the dodgy, I do the wrong thing when all the right people are watching, it's a medley of defiance and outfoxing, born in a storm's eye alongside Long Island swamp kings, bonk, shoegaze rap, get your blue suede, get used to the goofy get-a-clue face, jump into the goon goose chase, try the kool-aid, try the blue plate it tastes like dooms day, off leash gryphons at the Westminster Kennel Club, as vessels of Beelzebub, bite the hand that belly rub, lug it to belfry, keep the pups alive and healthy, we as hunters treat the summers like a mother ripe for milking, up and feeding Alexander Pardee art into the silk-screen, still here, sleeping with the lights on and quill near, tour van, corpse paint, war moon, make the bass wobble like a 2-man horse suit, dork-proof, type to forge a sword in his dorm room, break fiends, drain 3s from the warp tube, long tooth, short fuse, stormtroopers over John Zorn loops, if you ain't core it ain't for you, trolls, bubbling from the lows, want nothing but to run him for the bulk of what he owns, homie all of this material ain't shit to me, the trinketry, the filigree, the antiquated theories of validity, I never really cared for the cars, the point A to B sound scared when it starts, trash can fire in the middle of his crib, where the coven swap recipes and riddles from the crypt, it's monsoon season, keep the log flumes leanin’, religious paranoia get the Doc Seuss treatment, breaking out the Bronx Zoo, tabletop the Mongoose, gray fade, ain't afraid to knock a few cogs loose, I'm from where it's defense on 3, and anybody with a fucking brain bump Sean P, old boy, might combine the carve with the stalefish, all aboard the mid-life snail's pace tailspin, you were busy authoring the holy grail of mailed-in, I was busy snow, sleet, heavy rain, hail, wind, ready aim fail shit, it's Hail Mary’s everywhere, over all the petty shit, under all the messy hair, I'm untouchable, uncrushable, plus ill, we don't need another hero we just want our cups filled, I'm trivial pursuit cards at the 40/40 buzz kill, Aesop Rock, code name: yo son chill."

Aesop Rock - Untouchable (AR Version)

this song is about the 1961 film Mothra from Toho Studios

Verse 1
there is one true disease
known as humanity 

Mothra's the justice
A scaled wing calamity 

it starts with a shipwreck 
off the coast of Infant Island 

The Daini-Genyou-Maru going down
with crewmen dying 

As four wash up on shore
expected death is radiation sickness
Or the wanderlust to explore

Introduce Zenichiro
Zen-chan to friends, fam 
bulldog reporter and a flim flam 

Fukuda on deck, Michi Hanamura 
snaps all the photographs
as they search for asura 

They infiltrate the hospital 
where the survivors are gathered
with no poison in their blood 
The doctors flabbergasted
They’re all stuck with no ideas why 
but the real truth lies 
with our mother in the sky



(Bridge)

Verse 2
The Rolisican Embassy decides unrepentantly
That scientific zealtory is far more important 
The problem here essentially, a reflection of history
Monsters roam earth when capitalists plot courses

So, the plan is this, the crew is manned with
Shin'ichi Chūjō, an expert in languages
Doctor Harada, radiation analyst 
While Fukuda stows away amidst all the panic 
Led by Clark Nelson, imperialist fool
Searching through a vast jungle, hungry for clues
About the connection of hieroglyphs and the crew 
Nelson decides he’d rather kidnap the youth
to maximize his profits, but hear this dear listener 
women are not crops, exploitable, or fuel 
The villagers bereft at the outright theft
At their own two children, There’s one option left

(Bridge)


Verse 3 


Mothra oh Mothra 
I hope my message reaches you
Through time and space 
Flutter through the unbelievable
Suffer not the flame 
Mothra I exclaim 
I am done with the way that humans never change

Mothra oh Mothra
We reaped destruction 
We reached the pinnacle 
Of human consumption
We don’t deserve you 
And I reserve nothing 
Let your wings fly 
Change the wind we run in 

Mothra oh Mothra
We plead for your justice 
This earth we never trusted
The one we pass the buck in
Time to kick the bucket 
We’ve let this earth plummet 
Simulation over pack it up
We’re done kids

Mothra

justin be bussin

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