"Fast Cars" as written by Jon Bon Jovi, Desmond Child and Richard Sambora....
Who's that walking with a whole in his head?
Big bad Bazooka Tooth, I came to break bread.
What's a troop's recipe for treacherous times?
I tell 'em fast cars, danger, fire and knives.
Fast cars, danger, fire and knives...
I got her majesty Athena riding shotty wide-eyed

I pull the elephant tranq out of my neck, gaffle a tank, count up the chips, wrestle the fangs off of my fist, flood a little soldier blood over the ogre acres on some holiday in Cambodia with moter home appraisers. Pagans fade into the kodochrome now, later with a lid to brow staple revist the cobra landing zone. Molar foaming but he hold his own wound coderized by the Zippo he had stole that afternoon. And my dog tags jingle by the moster island heart he built. Grew up with a Jughead crown tild and tardy slip. Be all you can be just never soothed us. You lost me in that part about scrubbing piss with a toothbrush. Holler scum's lullaby. Live from the ultra-fly sham city bunker where the coldest cults multiply alarmingly. Hush little baby, timeout. The black market mockingbirds can not sing a lick but lean to peck your eyes out of commission with love, out a tradition of wraiths pick on the visions that buzz, bet on the kitten's escape, solder the piston to pump out a veteran amplifier. And magnify through the samelens that set the ants on fire. Flush the muppet hootenanny. Who could fancy honor circuit when the circle's every duke is clammy? Trooper, scoop the food in pantry. Anti up, stupid. May delusion feed 'em foofi candy and pry the gold out of his when lamping. Pocket all you can now. Block will lead the lambs down to the cold cutlery outfit. Slaughter beef and cow tip. Pour the chief somefountain soda, motor prone to pen the holy opus and pry this monkey off the scoliosis.

Who's that walking with a whole in his head?
Big bad Bazooka Tooth, I came to break bread.
What's a troop's recipe for treacherous times?
I tell 'em fast cars, danger, fire and knives.
Fast cars, danger, fire and knives...
I got her majesty Athena riding shotty wide-eyed

Never mind the bullocks. Like every other week these hipster tabloids jumping on and off my sex pistol's bullets. Like every other week he spins the bottle. Like every other week these fucking fanzines forget if they spit or swallow. Too bad your inner sheep never forgets to follow, 'cause my inner greed to feed your hate for loving us is hostile. Fortunate for me it coincides with what comes natural, so the mongrels that I run with turn the 'fuck you's into fast food. Like a little freak sick of the 3 o'clock bully knuckle dust, nursing his last shiner, finds the shoebox in his smother's truck. Tomorrow's extra curricular punching bag will finger daddy's widow maker out a brown lunch bag. This is where the hunch back snake oil peddlers stuck under the burgundy sky of spaghetti westerns tend to bubble up. Weathermen huddle up. Today the son of one too many 'yes sir's kings his checkers, watch the double jump. Back with a platter of hot leeches that'll drink up-every bloody drop down to the last diseases, it's A-E-S-O-P-are-O-see-K, the peak twister. Defender of the son of Vaughn Bode's Cheech Wizard. I used to pray the treatments got easier with my aging like serotonin weekends were merely comedic hazing. Wrong, but along his travels located the key to world peace: kill every motherfucker but me. You cool with that? Cool. Bang. You? Cool. Hang. You? No? Uh... bang? Cool. Sorry, dog, rules is rules. And too long have I followed yours. I'm trying to get them years back, and walk through every cipher with dynamite in a beer hat.

Who's that walking with a whole in his head?
Big bad Bazooka Tooth, I came to break bread.
What's a troop's recipe for treacherous times?
I tell 'em fast cars, danger, fire and knives.
Fast cars, danger, fire and knives...
I got her majesty Athena riding shotty wide-eyed


Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher

"Fast Cars" as written by Jon Bon Jovi Desmond Child

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    General Comment"Never mind the bollocks. Like every other week these hipster tabloids jumping on and off my sex pistol's bullets." Like every other week he spins the bottle. Like every other week these fucking fanzines forget if they spit or swallow. "

    Sounds like a response to critics. He seems to be expressing contempt for being judged and evaluated by publications he considers trash, whether the evaluation is positive or negative.. Almost as though he resents the limited fame he's had to this point.

    "Too bad your inner sheep never forgets to follow, cuz my inner greed to feed your hate for loving us is hostile."

    Here he reveals a since of a greedy/hostile motive to continue fueling the sorts of critics that love to bash his fanbase.

    "Fortunate for me it coincides with what comes natural, so the mongrels that I run with turn the 'fuck you's into fast food. "

    Turns the critiques/critics into a cheap and easy meal? Maybe this is a 'get that dirt off you sholder' sentiment.

    "Like a little freak sick of the 3 o'clock bully knuckle dust, nursing his last shiner, finds the shoebox in his mother's truck. Tomorrow's extra curricular punching bag will finger daddy's widow maker out a brown lunch bag."

    Obviously, the shoebox contains a gun aka 'widow maker.' And we're now on the subject of bullied kids shooting up their schools.


    "This is where the hunch back snake oil peddlers stuck under the burgundy sky of spaghetti westerns tend to bubble up. Weathermen huddle up. Today the son of one too many 'yes sir's kings his checkers, watch the double jump."

    LOL, blame the movies/media! It's the spaghetti westerns, not the Marilyn Manson!! haha that line is a clever stab at the media fear mongerers. That checkers analogy for the shooter is pure genius.. Especially that *click click* sound yeu hear for the double jump.

    "Back with a platter of hot leeches that'll drink up-every bloody drop down to the last diseases, "

    And now he takes a stab at the news media, and how they handle these stories, and feed off the bloodshed - over-reporting these stories to boost ratings, neglecting to aknowledge that a lot of the culprits seem to have done it for the notoriety.. Obviously Cho (virginia tech shooter) was looking for notoriety; he sent a frickin package to NBC!

    "it's A-E-S-O-P-R-O-C-K, the peak twister. Defender of the son of Vaughn Bode's Cheech Wizard."

    haha, what a dork! Ya'll know Cheech Wizard right? An underground comic of a Wizard that looks like a mushroom, it's weird shit.

    "I used to pray the treatments got easier with my aging like serotonin weekends were merely comedic hazing. Wrong, "

    'serotonin weekends' seems to be referencing parties with an abundance of drugs.. 'were merely comedic hazing, wrong' could mean.... like looking back with 20/20 hindsight that such a way to spend your weekends was not the best way to experience life and earn your way into the fraternity of life, or whatever...

    "but along his travels located the key to world peace: kill every motherfucker but me."

    I absolutely love this line! It shows the hypocracy behind starting wars for freedom/peace, which ties us back into the first verse of the song that's primarily about soldiers. But there's also an obvious analogy too to the school shooter as well. Perhaps hinting at the wider theme of the song that puts tho two verses together. Violence of human nature?

    "You cool with that? Cool. Bang. You? Cool. Hang. You? No? Uh... bang? Cool. Sorry, dog, rules is rules. And too long have I followed yours."

    LOL! Executing the key to world peace here! Love it! The first two people I guess wanted to die anyway, the next one, well haha sorry!

    "I'm trying to get them years back, and walk through every cipher with dynamite in a beer hat."

    And as though the song just wasn't amazingly cool already this last line is just straight dope. 'walk through every cipher' I think means he's commenting about the style of his raps, infact using a metaphor of 'dynamite in a beer hat' to describe his raps... Hiding something serious/explosive in the party's paraphernalia!
    tacobanditon May 23, 2007   Link
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    General Commenttacobandit, wicked interpretation. you've got the elements of this song pretty spot on. and fuck you retards who say aesop talks a bunch of bullshit. so it takes a bit of a brain to understand this shit, and yes you have to be a little analytical, but that's what's so great about it. quit using that as an excuse for your stupidity and inability to understand what he's talking about. this stuff is QUALITY and it's intense. it makes me shiver goddamnit!
    gnatalieon December 21, 2007   Link
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    General CommentDang wats rong with u People Aseop aint that well known, if he was there wud b a thousand comments, great song, i Love the Beat!! Yuo lost me in that part about scrubbing piss witha toothbrush! ha thats great
    watsgoldin?on February 23, 2006   Link
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    General CommentAnyone have a real grasp on this song? Id really love to know the actual meaning.
    insertcoinon July 05, 2006   Link
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    General CommentNo, it takes an artist to write lyrics that, when you just read them, they become the beat and music. The accents and syllables are just mindblowing.
    Iggins420on March 14, 2007   Link
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    General CommentMost of his songs are about individuality or at least touch on the subject of nonconformity. Check these lines: "Too bad your inner sheep never forgets to follow, cuz my inner greed to feed your hate for loving us is hostile."
    Batousion April 11, 2007   Link
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    General CommentSo either the guy who did the lyrics got it wrong or there are a few versions floating around, but the beginning of my version goes like so...

    Who's that walking with a hole in his head?
    Big bad Bazooka Tooth, I came to break bread
    What's a troop's recipe for treacherous times?
    I tell 'em... ahhh fuck it - yo

    Also, what does the voice at the very beginning say?

    Check mate sucka...

    This song is the shit. Not his best rhymes but one of his cruise friendly tracks, it gets spun a lot in my car...
    corporateownedmediaon September 29, 2009   Link
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    General CommentIll tell ya right now, I dont think that ANYONE has any idea about what this is about, i mean aesop rock is cool and all, but his lyrics have no flow, and his songs do not make sense. anyone can say a line of words that rhyme well, but it takes a real artist to make a line of words that makes you think while rhyming.
    stonedouton September 01, 2006   Link

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