Lyrics All in All - Aesop Rock

Tztz a Maniac. Maaniac.
[All in] [all] [in] [all in] [all in all]
(Chuckles)
[All in] [all] [...]
All star navigate blood-bath circuit (curcuit)
All city wolf pack alarm all serviced (service)
All alarmed cut from similar scissors and circus (circus)
All machines murder if the hurders murked nervous (nervous)
In around em all in all out pedigree centipede mal-adjusted kurt purch all been
Fall out a machine with cock misalignment - shooting star
Aeve all alien appended job his cookie jar
These are not his office hours
What he coffs as mandatory
Three obnoxous hawks and houlers
Roughy buff the categories
? Shoulders / all sober / all circuit-prawler
And mandatory electric tounge stung at sargeant maders sour
WHO THE FUCK
Needle jux property
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Sunk into the water works, come on? bark with me
Ducken phoenix? architecture out the jungle
Where my? can reorganize their knuckles
All day / pool party and journalism zion
And bazooka flash the? decorate the closest nikon
Bazooka flash the? decorate the close manovers
Cannon hasselblatt forgetting polaroid exposures
? All funny play tip the funny donny fuck c′mon get your stolen drums on
? All dumb out
And? couldn't rap your way out of a card-board box
Get high now
Solidify your zone
And the medalion of spiritual accomplishments keep growing
Oh? pussy getting pushy mushing dirt
In the gears like
Aesop rock is all ears
All in together now
Dear lord holla at me
All i know is hellish down and got no cover doctoral fees
No phases all over civility like? baby groins
? Stand for the flipping of a weighted coin
SUCK we are the new now colony all angy-like
Radar for the crazy oink
Keep?/ for later joint
All for one and one for all and justice for all and? my sony toughens the claw
My all systems go will be persaving dystonian civil war? last meal that did the last tickle in your jaw
All clamy all-state labor day commitee fo′ got busy worker ants and intimidate the city duck
And that my good people is my peace
All in one manual
There's only one and all the shakin hands will do
I trade the pound for penny operas i don't need.
Fuck now look ya′ll heathen