Possible interpretations of Catacomb Kids?

What do you think the lyrics to Aesop Rock's "Catacomb Kids." It is a rap song, but Aesop Rock is such a good poet.



Lyrics (copied directly from the lyric book, free download at definitivejux.net):



i was a dark, dumb student. no hookey rookie, daytrippin

? on visions of chickens that look like R. Crumb

drew ?em, they grew him in the royal dirt of suffolk

county?s flooring with the blood of an alcoholic clergyman

in his forearms. long island was porn stars and

puppies pushing sniffles, fit into the aforementioned

or slip through the pinholes. ?zook? slip through the

pinholes, crispy the godsender, who thunk over a quarter

plunk to local mortal kom vendor. broke the formal

squad sensor, root down, feelers out across the marsh

before it was “awesome cars!”, my calling card cavalry

cook in a ?85 dodge aries, with gas for huntington and

back barely. equipped with super-soakers full of piss

and an uncanny knack for constantly upsetting pigs by

doing stupid ****, the kid pilot his ring king dummies to

king kullen, where they hollered “**** the world!” from

a parking lot in the suburbs, a couple spray cans and

a little litter, but they?d look at us like swindlers with

them ricky kasso jitters, so **** ?em, a glutton sunk

into the alley for props, but things will still go bump

when them halogens pop, believe, or be there when it

happens, the shaking of the plates off the mantle, the

snaking of the flames off the candle, the lady of the

lake off the answers, the mating of mistakes ?til they?re

de-planing cadavers, now it?s rest in peace lou peterson

who?s 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

brooklyn banks.



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activator, made a fire, made a wheel, made a snack for

later, catacomb kids cuddle a fantastic labor, when the

town speed freak sleeps trap the traitor, he will ask for

paper, say i?m an activator, made a roof, made a weapon,

made a flag per acre, by the snotty little nozzle of

a latch-key neighbor, when the folk push aggie over

some dap with ?gators, he will catch the vapors.



a couple playboy mud-flaps and hell on his heels,

beautifully echoed in the pace at which he shovel his

meals, like not a farmer among us had a harvest survive

the winter, so dinner split a lima bean in triplets,

pick a winer, it 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 a velvet heaven, where the mermaids

harlem shake up out a lake of melted weapons,

he could dance pretty with the hooligan nation, who

are impatiently awaiting zookeeper facelift, extra,

the days of yore painted similar uber ape ****, 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 a tat with the same scenery,

sparky nails pigs, stigmata for all, good sport, garbage

pail kids unite at the mall food court, and 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, and would

clobber **** to flotsam ?til the cop said it was ok, ok,

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? awful ether,

often flaunt a parking meter fever knuckle 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, i?m an...

[chorus]Possible interpretations of Catacomb Kids?
he certainly has a lot of strong visual and a strong cadence to his poetry