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aesop rock - kill the messenger lyrics

(spoken)
hey stupid, you’re listening to bazooka tooth, dental cannons, molar pistols; sh-t like that.
this is murs, motherf-cker, this is aesop rock, ace rizzle. ya know what i’m saying? check it out, like, living legends, def jux, if you don’t know, now you’re informed.
be better prepared for the next time this type of sh-t goes down. ’cause when it’s happening and you’re unaware you look like a complete -sshole.
(fastest motherf-cker touching down on kick drums)?

every leader dead and its making you upset.
la da de dah da da, la da de da da da dow dom
set, set, set…
every hero dead and its making you forget.
get, get, get.
la da de dah da da, la da de da da da dow dom.

i’m in and out a pig channel serrated by hand feeders.
army of vicious kidney patrol yam peelers.
they sleep in barns and whisper lonely conspiracy secrets.
increasing payroll to end is blind, while a.w.o.l. went the leaders.
the only mammal officially banned from food chain
for finishing for over 25 consecutive years on top is aggravating,
alarmingly, the pulse don’t b-mp right,
and he’s up nights b-mping over crunk and bug bites.
who luck like this evening. stay electric mud blood jockey in for the footing. my last supper starts with a vinaigrette over pickled muppet hearts while sheep tucked deep in the wood chipper. for the shepherd was a milk carton in scissors. clammy hens make henna run on risky jenga tugs. they’re all sweating, h-ll i’m sweatin’ too, just ain’t n-body sweatin’ you!
(holmes!)
the muck went abacus on labor persperator official biz when auditioning demos by which to live.
no whammies, stop.
triple six game never chose me.
trickery gets hokey.
pick up stix and ponies.
you’ve got mail champ: blow me.
just a trooper with a question mark machine needy
pointed at the heavens like bee gee on some “where the h-lls my freebie?”
to clamp war stupid.
no land lords or super.
no hands.
water no ice cubes rubik, no plans.
no motor movement no dance, no pyrotechnics to enhance.
no chance
too many grown men calling in sick over cramps
i weigh in heavy on the jaded bitter subtracting the frontal gimmick
i want to solve world hunger and f-ck a pinup
i want to find a 21st century carbon crutch worthy of pedestal placement and sh-tty path walking to touch.

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