Lyrical Breakdown of Catacomb Kids - Instrumental - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Catacomb Kids - Instrumental" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Aesop Rock weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Catacomb Kids - Instrumental" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Aesop Rock employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Aesop Rock's narrative.

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I was a dark, dumb student No hooky rookie day trippin' on visions of chickens that look like R. Crumb drew 'em They grew 'em in a royal dirt of Suffolk county's flooring with the blood of an alcoholic clergyman in his forearms Long Island was porn stars and puppies pushin' sniffles Fit into the aforementioned or slipped through the pinholes 'Zook slipped through the pinholes Crispy the godsender who thunk over a quarter plunk to local Mortal Kom vender Both the formal squad censor Look down Either side across the marsh before it was "Awesome cars!" My calling card Calvary cooking an '85 Dodge Ares Gas for Huntington and back, barely Equipped with Super-Soakers full of piss and an uncanny knack for constantly upsetting pigs by doing stupid shit The kid ... his ring king dummies to King Kullen, where he hollered "Fuck the world" from a parking lot in the suburbs (What's this?) A couple spray cans and a little litter but they'd look at us like swindlers with them Ricky Kasso jitters So fuck 'em, a glutton sunk into the alley for props But things will still go bump when them halogens pop Believe I'll be there when it happens The shakin' of the plates off the mantle The snakin' of the flames off the candle The lady of the lake off the answers Admitting the mistakes to their deplaning cadavers Now it's "Rest in Peace" Will Peterson whose heater sung disturbingly to further re-evaluate your beast of burden's urgency Damn, doggy Good times, thanks I wrote your name in wet cement by the corporate banks (What's this?) I'm an activator Made a fire, made a wheel, made a snack for later Catacomb kids cuddle up fantastic labor When the towns be freak sleep Trap the traitor He will ask for papers (What's this?) Say I'm an activator Made a roof, made a weapon, made a flag per acre By the snotty little nuzzle of a latch-key neighbor When the folk push aggie over some dap with 'gators He will catch the vapors Couple Playboy mudflaps and hell on his heels Beautifully echoed in the pace at which he shoveled his meals Like not a farmer among us had a harvest survive the winter So dinner split a lima bean and triplets, pick a winner Took a couple summers pukin' pills behind the dumpster As the largest pez dispenser on record recouped his numbers One shoe in the soupy gutter One shoe in the velvet heaven? Where the mermaids told him shake 'em by the lake of melted weapons (What's this?) You could dance purty with the hooligan nation Who will be patiently awaiting zoo-keeper facelift? Extra The days of yore painted similar uber-ape shit We've merely updated the ancient 8-bit Yeah I'm dumber than a cow on a roof in a flood Who's not as dumb as the watered-down beef from the burgers that jumped I'm dumber than a Taz on a beach chair with a martini Who's not as dumb as the tat wit the same scenery Sparky nails pig stigmata for all good sport Garbage pail kids unite at the mall food court They chase cheese fries with Binaca They had shut the school down early There were bombs inside the lockers No concept of the problem We responded like a snow day It was clobber shit to flotsam 'Till the cops said it was okay Okay Show the squadrons back into their boxes Like his Breakfast Club of hotheads show no progress to the doctors And I walk into the office, coughin' awfully at their often Flood a parking meter fever, knucle up for Love and Rockets It was rain of the razor laser Day of the cloudy howdy Flight of the shelter melter You can bow without me What's this I'm an activator Made a fire, made a wheel, made a snack for later Catacomb kids cuddle up fantastic labor When the towns be freak sleep Trap the traitor He will ask for papers (What's this?) Say I'm an activator Made a roof, made a weapon, made a flag per acre By the snotty little nuzzle of a latch-key neighbor When the folk push aggie over some dap with 'gators He will catch the vapors Watch me jump What's this Knock em out the box, Aes