This is my friend, Tony. He's pretty cool.
Although he's not always so smart.

(Aesop Rock)
And then there were eight (then there were eight).
Just like that.
(Bring back Pluto, bring back, bring back Pluto).
In the beginning it was Large Marge sent me
a bet, empty the rent if you can double-park the garbage barge gently
The moon took a second mortgage on the seventh house
Jupiter ain't talk to Mars, he felt the host of rovers, sold him out

Close your mouth, poke your snout over the cloaked aroma cloud
Solar boy elope with couch choking on older Polaroids
Motormouth show for the golden molar toy
Gophers yoke a fish outta water he grows lungs and multiplies

Idol. Once soldering a perfect union
It is vital to calculate any ornery loose ends
If mutiny ensues the aloof is assumed nuisance
The clue is in his vacancy, the proof is in his goosebumps

Maroon the traitors, expecting anchors of edelweiss
Who later learned it may actually be safer to play with knives
I show up late looking project grizzly
Two bowies, a third for throwing, (an [bad word] [bad word] )
Nothing, nada, nil, I stuff a lot of pill to gut. 
What's the [bad word] on stuffing hostages in [bad word] 
He'll be numb enough to chill before the choppers spill the blood
Buf if I'm not?
 [bad word] it.
Plug him, Warpy got his [bad word] groove back
Jet setting on spec with a dead
The eddy on the roof rack
And miscreants [bad word] jalopy euthanasia
Which will later be regretted when it's your turn for cremation
And I walk like early man,
Freak a little witch hunt.
Gathering the carnies and exploiting every stigma
The malformed oddities amongst sovereignty's normal
Shall abuse every vice imaginable right before you
All I thought of was the cloven hooved
And how the clip-clip-clopped over the woven roofs
With a nose [bad word] and stolen goods
Now tell me what the [bad word] am I supposed to do
In the meantime
nine minus one left eight 
In the meantime
nine minus one left eight
In the meantime
nine minus one left eight
We were busy putting barbs on a large iron gate

They're gonna want his milk money next.

Stare into the glowing eye of [bad word] and grow
Forging of laminates will not repel the quarantined alone
(Someone should finish theese!-Zane)

Like:
You ain't [bad word]  This ain't ill.
This is [bad word] dolls that get smaller and smaller still.
This is a corpus full of pills, trying to sit still and build.
Cause eight planets bullied number nine until he fell.