Cover art for Smock by Hail Mary Mallon
Apr. 19, 20111 viewer6K views

Smock Lyrics

{Chorus}
Over the city, under cement
Over the counter, under the lens
Over the limit, under arrest
Over the bra, under the dress


Verse 5 {Rob Sonic}
Down beat
These ugly ducks get their grease flock
Hand job buyers
And bikers to get their grease smock
Freak watch tigers
Guygers to get the sketch pad
Drew em' by the underlings fumbling with their guest pass


Verse 6 {Aesop Rock}
Out touch faith
Ye drown clutched unto thine flood gate
Peace out cupcake (sup?)
Unbelievers run your codes and bonus features
A frogger in the traffic from a lair of lotus eaters

Verse 7 {Rob Sonic}
New heights with the two knight armada
The callous part challenge malt two flights and charter
March a flag, parking bag
Been a bit since we struck gold
See me by the cheif while travel trust grove (want smoke?)
Verse 8 {Aesop Rock}
Eight limbs, little biters out of fox holes
Document his bait and swap, heist job gonzo
Sound proof hoodie, hounds tooth aux Bose
Spotted robbin' gobstoppers out the odd Costco

{Chorus}
Over the bridge, under the tent
Over the budget, under the rent
Overexposed, under-assessed
Over the phone, under her breath

[Interlude]
"Hello?"
"Hello, I'm, uh, conducting a survey."
"Yeah?"
"Are you watching TV right now?"
"Who is it?"
"Some guy, he wants to know what we're watching on TV. What's the name of that movie?"
"I don't know."


Verse 9 {Aesop Rock}
Four to sky, fortified eye sores
In a chorus line of pea soup and glorified gore
Dole out punishment, barkin' mad
Tattoo brains on bricks, arts and crafts

Verse 10 {Rob Sonic}
Behind the pines sold kitty clutch and (...?) jars
Mommy got her muscles out, muscled out at the PG parts
Ouija board seance, crayons that match your cheeky scar
Caught two years prior when wired down at the Tiki bar

Verse 11 {Aesop Rock}
Hello, I'm reaching
Peep the plain clothes and keep the J-lo, Gigli
Mutilated school faced halo breezy
On the last known payphone breathing (want feeling?)

Verse 12 {Rob Sonic}
In the bag where we skip rock, choppy tied saddle
Apocalypse chocolate chips on the sloppy side
Not kicked, occupied
Lock lipped, habberdash
Buried X treasure
Better drunk Barry Badrinath

{Chorus}
Over the river, under the fence
Over the TV, under again

Over the moon, under your bed
Over the weekend, under your ex

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Genius Annotation

Keeping with the theme of the song, someone experimenting with more chemicals or drugs, already having a drying tongue.

This person sold too many low priced drugs instead of charging retail: Selling what someone can sell for an inflated price fairly easily.

These drugs are so pure its causing nose bleeds, like snorting toothpicks. Do you want to cut that with something to maybe soften these hard drugs? (im good, i can take care of myself, i don’t need no help, cant you see how cool i am and how much i don’t care about anything but doing edgy stuff) Nah you’re just selling, and doing really pure drugs, and selling them way too cheap, for the same risk as selling them for a higher potential profit, and knowing when your are becoming a victim of your own design.

just my interpretation.

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Release Date
April 19, 2011
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