[Intro]
Mom? Are you busy?
Not right now, honey. Can I help you with something?
I hope so. My head has really been itching lately
Let me have a look. Oh dear...
What is it, Mom?
Just as I suspected, it's lice

[Verse 1: Aesop Rock & Homeboy Sandman]
Call me if you need a bum to bring the belching
Or a situation worsened by someone who thinks they're helping
The drums are eatin' healthy; hell, he might deploy the garrison
Who rap like hanging out with rappers hadn't turned to parenting
(It had)—Barrel over everyone you're parroting
He don't need a map to lead a rat into the Paris green
Professionally peeking through the blinds
I will read up on your peeves; I will eat up all your fries
They don't make enough tie-dye my size
People wondering, what race am I?
Yet they build an Aes-and-I shrine
Taxin' fools like H&R Block, Agent Orange, get your A&R shot
Space to roam, like the Italy spot
Bitter critters get at me for diddly squat
Stop; I'd point out if not for being tasteless
All your faces at the base of my— yo
[Chorus: Aesop Rock & Homeboy Sandman]
You on point, Sand? All the time, Aes
You on point, Sand? All the time, Aes
You on point, Sand? All the time, Aes
Well, then, grab the microphone—I'm late for my own wake

[Verse 2: Homeboy Sandman & Aesop Rock]
Will do, just write down the address where I can bill you
Sandy feeling wholesome 'midst the soap scum and the mildew
Councilmen for sponsoring bikinis for the swim team
Life would be tragic without Egyptian Magic skin cream
Minister of shit's creek, Ballroom Blitzing
Under cloud cover, the color of fresh squid ink
Five-dollar milkshake, half-raw New York strip steak
Jaguar shark in the fish tank
Batman in a bird cage, birdbrain
Go shawty, it's your birfday
"Danger" isn't my middle name—it's my first name
These pretzels are making me thirs-tay
Yo, my parents still don't understand
How their stoner son could turn a silver tongue into a brand
Hack pulp writer, neither young or in demand
More a pandemic, crawling from the guts of the expanse

[Hook: Homeboy Sandman & Aesop Rock]
You on point, Aes? All the time, Sand
You on point, Aes? All the time, Sand
You on point, Aes? Yeah all the time, Sand
Well, then, grab the microphone, and lift the Muslim ban
[Verse 3: Aesop Rock & Homeboy Sandman]
Ugh, twists and turns and turns and twists
When I step into the mall, they yell, "Burn the witch"
I serve with wailing spirits and weeping walls
Cave-dwellers and whoever look the least evolved
He freefall through traffic, short a couple hubcaps
Sword high; wore a white tie to the bloodbath
Don Mattingly mustache
Naked-lady mud-flaps
Funk that, thumbtacks for your dunce cap
It's my world; my ex-girl got me a gun rack
Tried to rub against me with her funbags
Changed man—now, I'm above that
I vowed to search for where they'd hidden the gem
But nowadays, I'm more concerned with hitting the gym
Boondogles of the prodigal son
Beer goggles for the cardinal sin