Released: November 10, 2014
Songwriter: Rob Sonic Aesop Rock
Producer: Aesop Rock
[Intro]
Hurt feelings are bound to happen..
Just bliss-out and fantasize a lot, and wear rainbows
D-D-D-D-Do that shit
Do that shit
Do that shit
Do that shit
Do that shit
D-D-D-D-Do that shit
Do that shit
Do that shit
Do that shit
Do that shit
D-D-D-D-Do
[Verse: Aesop Rock & Rob Sonic]
Every couple summers, me and a couple hunters
Like to row in from the isle of astonishing motherfuckers
Machines cleaner than three marines' mothers' rooms
Came in peace but leaving with keys to your VW
Needle-nosed pliers and a paragon of level design
These are the weapons of bedeviling times
If the medicine chest temper like a towny come untethered
To a busker with a twenty minute "Downeaster Alexa" ... cover
I didn't start the fire but I plan to
Dance around it naked with pagans, leggings, and pan-flutes
Shampoo, hairspray, hustler friends
Eat shit, die like it's Just For Men
Most illinest, toast the mutineer of the year
I'm a bum, my motherfucking beard has a beard
Hot stepper, leper with measurements all wrong
I'm a beast, my motherfucking dog got a dog
I'm sorry, deeper in the polygons
Radical brats compare teeth on the promenade
Man's worst friend, tragedy prone
Skirting a never-ending exodus from Madame Tussauds
He's an immediate threat, speaking nefarious tongues
Reeking of variant faith, drinking that heresy punch
I play defender at the center for the never enough
You called it losing my way, I called it leveling up
Up up ante, Danny riding through the west wing
Big wheel bloody, fuzzy images of dead twins
Cuff links, button-up, sloppy coat, no hat
Satan's mother, twisted sister, brothers Grimm and ghost dad
Number six throwback, Mickey Mantle Upper Deck
Jackknife pegasus to basic bitches rubberneck
Pinky swear, bible belt, o-ring on his spider bite
Flat rate to the city if you iffy gypsies ride or die
Salt in his wounds (Check) Rice in his stomach (Check)
Price on his head (Check) Lice in his mullet (Check)
Head on a stake, feet gracing the Ottoman
Sweaty bandanna, come meet the amazing Jonathan
Hi Jonathan, meet the amazing Hollow Man
Turn a snow globe into a lava lamp
Backyard, black marshmallows on his olive branch
Dressed up like an evil villain dressed up like a soccer dad
Mallon, we don't plan it
Skull tats, banshee bunk in a bone hammock
Drunk from its own damage, sell 'cuz it's well made
Ducks that are both sitting and standing at Hells gate
Girl, you smell great
[Outro]
Now-now
Whatcha gonna do
Sucka
Whatcha-whatcha gonna do
N-Now
What-whatcha-whatcha gonna do
Sucka
Whatcha-what-whatcha gonna do
Now-now
Whatcha gonna do
Sucka
Whatcha-whatcha gonna do
N-Now
What-whatcha-whatcha gonna do
Sucka
What-whatcha gonna do
[Skit: Aesop Rock, Rob Sonic, All]
I got tickets, again, to this Phantom of the Opera
What're you craz-She's like the ticket master this girl
I know-
She's got tickets to everything
I can't- Oh my God yo
What? What's wrong?
They're closing the bowling alley
Oh the bowling alley? What the-
I was born there
What?
What're we gonna do man?
They close the bowling alley whats next?
Churches? Hospitals? Ugh
There's only one thing to do...
Fundraiser concert!
Hurt feelings are bound to happen..
Just bliss-out and fantasize a lot, and wear rainbows
D-D-D-D-Do that shit
Do that shit
Do that shit
Do that shit
Do that shit
D-D-D-D-Do that shit
Do that shit
Do that shit
Do that shit
Do that shit
D-D-D-D-Do
[Verse: Aesop Rock & Rob Sonic]
Every couple summers, me and a couple hunters
Like to row in from the isle of astonishing motherfuckers
Machines cleaner than three marines' mothers' rooms
Came in peace but leaving with keys to your VW
Needle-nosed pliers and a paragon of level design
These are the weapons of bedeviling times
If the medicine chest temper like a towny come untethered
To a busker with a twenty minute "Downeaster Alexa" ... cover
I didn't start the fire but I plan to
Dance around it naked with pagans, leggings, and pan-flutes
Shampoo, hairspray, hustler friends
Eat shit, die like it's Just For Men
Most illinest, toast the mutineer of the year
I'm a bum, my motherfucking beard has a beard
Hot stepper, leper with measurements all wrong
I'm a beast, my motherfucking dog got a dog
I'm sorry, deeper in the polygons
Radical brats compare teeth on the promenade
Man's worst friend, tragedy prone
Skirting a never-ending exodus from Madame Tussauds
He's an immediate threat, speaking nefarious tongues
Reeking of variant faith, drinking that heresy punch
I play defender at the center for the never enough
You called it losing my way, I called it leveling up
Up up ante, Danny riding through the west wing
Big wheel bloody, fuzzy images of dead twins
Cuff links, button-up, sloppy coat, no hat
Satan's mother, twisted sister, brothers Grimm and ghost dad
Number six throwback, Mickey Mantle Upper Deck
Jackknife pegasus to basic bitches rubberneck
Pinky swear, bible belt, o-ring on his spider bite
Flat rate to the city if you iffy gypsies ride or die
Salt in his wounds (Check) Rice in his stomach (Check)
Price on his head (Check) Lice in his mullet (Check)
Head on a stake, feet gracing the Ottoman
Sweaty bandanna, come meet the amazing Jonathan
Hi Jonathan, meet the amazing Hollow Man
Turn a snow globe into a lava lamp
Backyard, black marshmallows on his olive branch
Dressed up like an evil villain dressed up like a soccer dad
Mallon, we don't plan it
Skull tats, banshee bunk in a bone hammock
Drunk from its own damage, sell 'cuz it's well made
Ducks that are both sitting and standing at Hells gate
Girl, you smell great
[Outro]
Now-now
Whatcha gonna do
Sucka
Whatcha-whatcha gonna do
N-Now
What-whatcha-whatcha gonna do
Sucka
Whatcha-what-whatcha gonna do
Now-now
Whatcha gonna do
Sucka
Whatcha-whatcha gonna do
N-Now
What-whatcha-whatcha gonna do
Sucka
What-whatcha gonna do
[Skit: Aesop Rock, Rob Sonic, All]
I got tickets, again, to this Phantom of the Opera
What're you craz-She's like the ticket master this girl
I know-
She's got tickets to everything
I can't- Oh my God yo
What? What's wrong?
They're closing the bowling alley
Oh the bowling alley? What the-
I was born there
What?
What're we gonna do man?
They close the bowling alley whats next?
Churches? Hospitals? Ugh
There's only one thing to do...
Fundraiser concert!