Movie Night from Black Hole Superette by Aesop Rock

My dog has blue eyes, cat grew supersize
Wig to my L2, It’s something in the food dye
Human spit and vinegar funneled to the amygdala
Miss him with all the funny stuff, mission control to viscera
Come in viscera, guess I’m a little clocked out,
Shop-Vac always on, visitors have knocked for hours,
It’s fingers in the ears and singing ABC for adults,
And look at that, I haven’t seen y’all in months,
These are repeatable results, and a pulse in the dead meat sea,
I’m not dead yet, beep beep beep, beeeeeeeep,
JK, If you celebrated we will check the tape, shame shame,
Famous paintings shoot from his fingers to wake and make a day,
Like Bargehaulers on the Volga drowning you in late Monet
Or maybe Sysyphus from Titian with a save the date
For twisting you the Francis Bacon way

My dog has blue eyes, cat down to 2 lives
Other cat chose violence, good times
Movie night, sound down, studio an urgent care
Sample surgeon, working out the drums with an inverted chair
Thwack! serve ‘em rare, and paired with a warm brie
Pears from the side yard, honey from el Coro’s bees
The one-man-40 thieves, leave the party wearing 40 pairs of Jordan 3s
Lord, wait a week and send a bill for storage fees
And some quarters, and a quarter mile of worry beads
If it please the court, back on fat tires
Headed for the red sun, charros in the cast Iron
Ask, land pirates at ‘em, flanked by vampire bats with irregular flight patterns Night master, author of light scattered
Maybe do try to move like it matters, the people say

What kinda dog is that? What kinda dog is that?
That’s a mutt,
What kinda dog is that? What kinda dog is that?
It’s 5 dogs in one,
What kinda dog is that? What kinda dog is that?
That’s a good boy

My dog has blue eyes, cat less lupine
Punks looking paper thin, I say the shit two times
Punks looking paper thin, it isn’t worth the blunt force
Or even paperclip and real estate up in the junk drawer
Running with scissors and the wisdom of the rivers
From the wind that shiver timbers to whatever melt the swimmers
Traffic and weather reported from child vandals
We tell them to be careful, aware they are wild animals
Who leap tall buildings and write the manuals
Follow where the names drip, you can see the knowledge of the ancients
Arms length from the lord of the car graveyard
Who bout to charge the hill in a cart from H-mart
Saved, ain’t that something
2 board boxes in the trunk, it’s like the ark of the covenant
Every cloud of smoke I blow come with a dove in it
I hope you're ready for rumble strip, again

What kinda dog is that? What kinda dog is that?
That’s a mutt,
What kinda dog is that? What kinda dog is that?
It’s 5 dogs in one,
What kinda dog is that? What kinda dog is that?
That’s a good boy

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• United States