Tobacco - Dirt lyrics

Aesop Rock ( spoken): It's my duty to inform you That Honey Bunches of Oats is the greatest cereal ever created by man; mankind. Smart Start, a similar cereal, Tsk, not as many clusters. Gotta have clusters. Tobacco: In to dust we go Dirt, gum, hair, and snow. In to dust we go Hair, gum, dirt, and snow. Aesop Rock: Quixote comma Don, Dine by the squatter's dogs scrapped by the shaman's overlay Vomit a common grog Overflood a levy hope it soak the very roots We animate the council of the topiary wolves. Move em out rawhide stood his ground like a two-headed hound with God's eyes, the botany's alive And rotten me, I'm Aesop, flip the fertilizer bombs, Like water into the yawning of a sk**ful ivy arms. The chubbiest canary in the mines overdoses with a Canis lupus halitosis smells like guns and roses. Honestly the bark and bite are equally sh**. Eve of the Zeke of the eager to dip up they meat but I spit. Are you the singing bush? (yup) Strictly quid in minor keys, Definite mechanical reliance 'til the fiber screams "Tiger"; Look, bring your bangers to brawl, and bringin' bangers and mash home for all, it's raw. Tobacco: In to dust we go (Stop chewing gum.) Hair, gum, dirt, and snow. In to dust we go Hair, gum, dirt, and snow. Aesop Rock: (Let's go) Coyote comma Wile E. Fighters never stand still; chase birds, dodge pianos and falling anvils. Jaws gnawed on Now-And-Laters, Apple, cherry, grape, With green gra** roots to float the topiary apes. Sunny weather, the Macy's November with fewer tethers. With spotlight to the city like a Bambi-eye collector. Power Pill Fist, Donkey Kong chest, check the gesture Pine cone avalanche, hit the decker. 20 wolves up, one down with our town squirrels in the chimney too stubborn for pumpin' out, and for the record, can't say I blame the little ba*tards, As tonight's I'm gonna to allow pa**ion to practice with a pacifist. Thor choked bad, gathered bloody flowers to sprinkle on the human an*log cadavers after. With no gorilla sign language breakthrough for the moment Just a Pitfall Harry over the closed then open ocean. (Biotch!) Tobacco: In to dust we go Dirt, gum, hair, and snow. In to dust we go (The f** am I on?) Hair, gum, dirt, and snow. Aesop Rock (Check it) Kenobi Comma Ben Mingled with common men He had the fangs of Genghis Khan He had the heart of Gunga Din. Tobacco in the bleachers bright confetti everywhere to celebrate the influx of the topiary bears. And when they infiltrate the picnics with they limbs inside the honeycombs They're grubbing to the oaks to club for shadows on your sunny home Nobody knows your troubles your woes are holy-rolling These jungles will discriminate when grossly ever-growing. Every bro and every trolling bu*ter blowing Every soldier Every lawnmower motor moans revenge inside in otter. We stock up on the ninety-nine octane and DDT Like Seymour's little shop in a moment of "me, me, me". God damn, garden clubs are partnered up to share spare parts and such for John Deeres and lumber trucks. Pardon us but what you took the panic bu*tons for? This is not your parents' bio-organic war. (No.) (No no no.)