Cat Food (Instrumental)

Cat Food (instrumental) - Aesop Rock

At night I wear a wolf's

Head on my regular head

Considering a regular

Character sketch

Food hoarder, communes

With the flora

Computes in cahoots with

Beauty and brute force

I've got a brand new normal

At a thirty in New York, plus

Years at the fire pulling

Portions out of corn husks

Never mind time on the short bus

Terrifying errant knights

Thwarting any motherf**king

Fork tongued-sport

Agita flashing the hind molars,

Though his body less a weapon

More a bag of lipomas

Over medium, treat

Skin-tags like scratch-offs

Rap like black-ops,

Rappers like lap dogs

Rappers like lap dogs

He got the rad moves,

Catty alpha rat-proof (wait)

Twenty-sided die at the

Crap-shoot (wait)

Looking for a black hole to

Casually collapse through

Try aisle nine by the cat food

There it is

Ooh wee, do we roast in a bilge,

When the skinny from afar is

"Thar be gold in them hills"

Time better let a

Couple truths decay,

Or somebody going

To rue the day

Check, check, check

Catch 'em on the lam

(I ain't joking)

No maps, no muster point

(Nah, I ain't joking)

I put a pebble on a tomb

(I ain't joking)

Making bath tub meth

I'm joking

Here we go

The whip got a tongue and teeth

Too tough, two blood-shot

Eyes with a Tungston bleep

When any putrefying

Arrow wants your lungs in reach

I field a vessel going zero

To the f**k y'all think

And when your function

Fails I'm on an undisclosed island

Stroking exotic animals,

Open up rocket science

Leaning a jewellers loupe

Over a stolen sock 'o diamonds

Palm-made products a

Portrait of modern triumph, try us

Back at the battering

Ram post-haste

Cro-mags, wait till this

Saturday plans grow legs

All you hear is intermittent

Code names

Ricochet around the

Geometry of a closed space

Unfrozen part of

His new J.O

Face of divine evil,

Heart of Camu Tao

Some people find

The daylight to be

Oddly alluring

I was in the dark,

Dodging and burning

Maybe cause I look

Like an ugly doll

(I ain't joking)

Pack a wallop in the

Wheelhouse

(Nah, I ain't joking)

Leave brass tacks everywhere

(I ain't joking)

I own many many homes

I'm joking

Here we go

All hog to we know costume

Black hoodie you can

Set your watch to

Tall drink, depths like

An air raid

Radically detach with

Purveyors of the hair-brain

Down with the ship go

A dozen fried wild links

Upperway, upper-case

Tri-state style kings

Get pie-faced, sent home

Tied to the sinewaves

Lights off, spine on sideways

Riding down the block,

Scooping Bobby in

A boogie-down

Tome told me tell'em

"Hello, 7:30 noodle-town"

Cool 'em down, global

Domination over salt bake

Situation commanding a

Broke dude cosplay

You don't want a meeting on

An off-day trading horror

Stories from the hollows

The summary is as follows:

"These hate those and this

Thinks, that's absurd"

Yip yap, y'all cats and birds

Meow meow meow

Meow meow

(I ain't joking)

Talking rubes on the radio

(Nah, I ain't joking)

Uh, suckers never play me

(I ain't joking)

I found Jimmy Hoffa's body

I'm joking

Here we go