Aesop Rock - Babies With Guns lyrics

Radio check check Video check check This is how the city-folk and mole-people connect-nect Somebody warped the message, tried to pa** it to the next next Data-perforated counties making you upset-set Harvest all Brand-X Clark Kents to worm food Carbon heart, buried his nozzle in fossil marker art Pardon, cadaver had a legitimate pulse And littered volts all over the village where the skittish pigeons molt ba*tard polter-gasps when the pigeon with Lazarus billy-goat whiskers He roasted sea-salt in the open blisters But blind anarchy slips through the cracks See naked martyrs with Bubblelicious on fishing rods itching to pull it back With that organic invention incubated to have some [?] to make it through [?] on paper now, a lot of details later And lot of crews will taper out A wooly mayor souse, who [?] happy shooting at the bladed mouth Bazooka Tooth zoo-keep the paper route with janky funds and favors Cradled by twelve empty Zelda heart containers Man, it's freezing in this brick b**h, winter forever Like Punxatawny Phil found with his four furry wrists severed I walk face-first through the s**, d**, and church With wild things that make Maurice Sendak question his early works But no hostages, no promises Out the clock corporate constant sprockets Now clocked-off grommets Running from a rabid ring-wraith click basilisk Serpentine, in and out of traffic jam and murder scenes Scrub blood of the AF-152, pick up first degrees Some toddlers smuggled Tommy guns and crack into the nurseries Dog, there's a f**ing baby at the door asking for wallets (yeah?) And those ain't twin Beanie Babies inside his pockets (nope!) 2010 sonograms showed the Magnum formed directly out the fetus Evolution for the young k**er convenience Radio check check Video check check This is how the city-folk and mole-people connect-nect Somebody warped the message, tried to pa** it to the next next Data-perforated counties making you upset-set Magazine check check Paper route check check This is how the hermit and the busy bee connect-nect Somebody's losing track of their flesh-and-bloods and arrests-rests Polka-dotted landscapes, what did you expect-pect? Now a-days, even the babies got guns Diaper snipers having clock-tower fun Misplace the bottle, might catch a bad one Have a mid-life crisis when you're ten years young If this Jesus piece around your neck is bigger than your pistol It makes homicide okie-dokie and your god will forgive you Just show the saints at Heaven's gate you should be on the list "I heard he overlooks manslaughter for a tattooed crucifix" Twisty, fishy, contradicty, wild animal ship fleet Off the sliding board dock of the Mr. Turtle pool mom bought Somewhere they laminate dry bones and cool water and ease medulla After you thumb-s** and diaper-change get burped and shoot the school up I'd do it too, but only to exploit no-brainers Teenager beef pa**ed alligator teeth and extra-curricular flagpole scrapping Amongst tadpoles that have yellow backbones De-mechanism brought airborne shrapnel scraps to ha**le captains By the itchy index of an umbilically-garped fraggle baby Fragile maybe, you think? Chopped shop and a mislead, maladjustee trustee locked box Hiding clips that light the sky in seconds like newly communal hop-scotch gives them leverage Cut them with mortars while I mumble in the immortal slang of mushmouth for the anti-led Nirvana I used to think I'd get hit by a bus or something dumb and dumber That or bust the slugs plugged by the newest kiddie thug wonder Self-victim kings who rep a wide pride dosage For tomorrow the holsters are bound to outnumber the roaches I'm not a coach But that won't even jolt the immobile when global terrorism's all the rage and folk get smoked local Block, if you need me (yeah?) I had to bounce to DC (yeah?) To bullet-proof mom's flower garden before the war cheats me (yeah?) If I'm not back in a week tell the crew I said "peace" and lay low Strays don't vacate slow Radio check check Video check check This is how the city-folk and mole-people connect-nect Somebody warped the message, tried to pa** it to the next next Data-perforated counties making you upset-set Magazine check check New flash check check This is how the hermit and the busy bee connect-nect Somebody's losing track of their flesh-and-bloods and arrests-rests Polka-dotted landscapes, what did you expect-pect? Now a-days, even the babies got guns Diaper snipers having clock-tower fun Misplace the bottle, might catch a bad one Have a mid-life crisis when you're ten years young Aboard the battleship grey sky The day I got the phone call Jam Master Jay died So now I'll probably never write another "Daylight" Because the stingers [?] into the portable hay-rides It adds it up when a pioneer fall, in comparison to your 99 bottle of beer wall There's banana peels in your hamster wheels, hand cannons in your shoebox, please Mine's got Adidas, rest in peace