Aesop Rock - Klutz lyrics

[Intro] I am a man who uses the techniques of a bat to navigate... [Verse] Can’t motherf** a motherf**er From the underfunded Klutz who never undercut the butcher The pick-a-booger-at-your-wake is bumping "I'm your pusher" Also at your wake, Juvenile Intruders at the gate Brooding over waking history that bubbles from the blinking 12s of VCRs and Microwaves Like time machines for shrinking elders, rifling through their recipe Carrots, onions, celery, what unique amalgam of piss and repugnant energy Spun him out of the 70s, to b-line for dessert? Fire-eater trying to keep it on the green side of the dirt This is tea-time with the worst, geriatrics on the decline of berserk Back in my day we were three times more alert Now I go through my old clothing trying to find nostalgic threads to sell Walk away feeling like I should have never dressed myself Sincerely I was never on the cutting edge, my hand was on the hilt You’re free to build with the other end Shriek into the vacuum if in spite of your accomplishments You wake up feeling empty like Houdini’s grave probably is Volley with the quintessential digital ager, I'm offended by everything My opinions come in a manger, oh boy Depreciating since they drove me off the lot, still into ghost stories and pot and the cla**ic coconut bra Procedural crime drama shows with holes in the plot, and reminding clones there’s more to coping than a nose full of snot Ah, old pros throw 'bows to the 808, you couldn't throw a rope over a baby gate Bishop to queen 4 in damn Daniels under ram skulls Plan for cloudy with a chance of anvils Fever dreams of padded cells and jagged pills in frozen pipes Socialites from pageant hell with plastic smiles and robot eyes I’m hoping you all grow into the sentience you a**ume As your moment of self-reflection is a moment for me too Look, with the steel chair, sure to serve the veal rare, brush up your evasion and basic tactical field care I was on that constant futile rage before the internet I been ignored for longer than you’ve been interested The posse promise you nobody feels threatened by a scarecrow covered in crows who feel welcomed That’s like hellions thinking hell is just ok but needs some polish It helps to know intimidation’s all about the optics Come duck a bounty, it's a hoot, Suffolk County it's a zoo, puppy chow and b**hes brew It's not exactly chicken soup, it’s heavy-lifters lifting, it’s ginseng on his whistling It’s we don’t find the flippancy convincing, 2 for flinching, older yeller Never knew a no-k** shelter in his doggie days Now I draw my neighbors over Kouign-amanns and coffee stains A walled and whirling urchin, more observant than audacious I document the great unwashed and curse in Lithuanian For a gallery of grifters channeling Sid’s action figures grafted with his little sister’s after markers glue and scissors It’s trippy, the truth and fiction moving to a center Maybe it’s weirder they’ve never been photographed together Sometimes the stomach disappears from under a retreating lens And patterns of a need to please abusive folk reveal themselves I’m peeling back the layers, I’m sneaking past the lasers I’m a lover, I’m a fighter, I’m a seed to blackened acres The dogs I think are following me home are out to k** me Your music makes a motherf**er wanna move to Elm Street Rejection of the spirit by the body at your service, if you mess-up every friendship come get swept up in the current Here, wheels fall off of cars when they see him, seas part, green trees march out of Eden I'm known to eat the heart and keep the archery uneven, are you starting to be part of the kinesis? [Outro] Got me on some other sh** Got me on some other sh** Got me on some other sh**