Aesop Rock - For The Whole Family lyrics

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Aesop Rock - For The Whole Family lyrics

GUN FOR THE WHOLE FAMILY • a.r. • Before shooting troops was cooler than hula hoops High noon was your basic whoʼs who of brutal truth. Hot summer gun or box-cutter slow dance, Turn a youngʼn to a dozen paper dolls holding hands, and tricky was a wooden horse pushed up on your porch. So chicanery was yours to engage or ignore, I was on the ladder with a lotta dot pawns, so we carried lawn chairs and buckets of popcorn, pa** the popcorn, brawl fair, cop car, Voyeur hawk him out his hinges, storm door splinters, clamoring about, hammers out about to ring, infiltrate each others tribes and murder each others queens, packed to the very last rafter, clung to the rafts and the Cameras to capture the damage, neck swivel with a chop-chop volley. Where the ants leave nothing but the bones and the car keys. Pardon if his Ttwo feet fester, it was rude of me people, meet left and lefter, planted like a model of civility and honor for the sector, but never got his extra extra! Peace for the better but it wasnʼt entertaining, so they waited for the tazing from the safety of his haven, like bees to the honey when they lumped you up, cuz bumper cars are only funny when they bump. know that. Hot summer gun or box-cutter slow dance Popcorn, pocorn Hot summer gun or box-cutter slow dance Capture the damage, capture the damage Capture the damage, capture the damage Popcorn, pocorn • el-p • Tune to hellemundo for action packed blasphemy, Big city translate your face ʻtil it atrophy... I let the shadenfreude boy out, actually, deployed devoid, with grin to watch laughingly, (yeah b**h) pa** the pʼs itʼs a laugh in, I can smell the tragedy When hatchinʼ, happily dispa**ionately patched in, alive with the menace of demise Like "yes!" the pain dazzles... man, pa** the popcorn, pa** the popcorn itʼs reality at its fastest, and yet it still unravels at a pace like mola**es, like it's the last of the seconds before the worst of disasters stretch past us. Wouldnʼt you agree that it is fabulous? In the corridors of entropous wars contort drastically til it fits, I adjust to climates or the wilderness, walk along my spine take the pilgrimage, up into the section thatʼs reserved for the smirk of the coldest witnesses. Work you motherf**ers hooray! thereʼs all day to die, innovate the mayhem with grace, the good form-fall. f** if Iʼm ʻa warn yʼall, now I got the front row to the greatest entertainment that an angel never saw. Sixty thousand watts of that raw "pull the claw out of the trunk" fun, each one teach one how to club one, look at how they bathe up in that dove blood. Itʼs gonna be a night of thrills and chills where the sacred is made of mud mud. each one teach one how to club one, club one, popcorn, popcorn each one teach one how to club one, Wouldn't you agree that it is fabulous? popcorn, popcorn ... Capture the damage. • a.r. • yo, it was a lazy day, it was amazing grace, it was a half-a-Dozen claymores daisy-chained, it wasnʼt daisies and crazy Eights, it was an ace of spades over a waiting game of slaves And saints, and every trainee face-painted, while his great escape grazed and ate, heʼll never make it, when he aims he shakes, and I was overly engrossed from a very locked door With a couple milk duds and buckets of popcorn, pa** the popcorn, Clap clap, encore, monkey in the middle study how The bunker took the missiles, Age of Machines with nary a green screen, so the hecatomb is every bit as cutty as it seems. I could tell the pet from the vet, money where his canineʼs spread and never welched on a bet, that said, know the over-under on your local hunter and youʼll profit off his widow-makerʼs numbers every summer. Bump in the night, funny, will he catch and release ʻem? has he mercy, will he hack em to pieces? is he Dirty, will he ha**le policeman and security breach until impurities leak over the circuitry? and nada milk and honey there, is only skulls and bunnies, that hop around drunk in the Land of 100 Mondays, god damn, pop the Redenbacher proper and for christʼs sake get this man a doctor.