Aesop Rock - Food, Clothes, Medicine lyrics

"f** me!" [Aesop Rock:] Two shoes chewed up, colluded with the feuds, rogue, veterans Food, clothes, medicine Wheeled it out the smoke stack factory trained to capture in the zoo's ghost predators Food, clothes, medicine I think I thunk a bunk colony could possibly amuse grown delegates Food, clothes, medicine Peace, the whipper-snapper generation greet 'em with a full blown pistol pull Food, clothes, medicinal Variety, for every plastic orange bottle The tarnished pharmacy labels chafed in abrasive pockets Suit the hell hounds with blades and chain lengths For the dead walk a little less clumsy than you think Hunger pain, chump change tell it to how his belly get When bourgie hopes hellions, Food, clothes, medicine, alumni, Bum, I got the skin on the teeth between my fingertips and stellar Let's bet it melts together Let's get these men some shelter Three hots and a cot with Quaaludes On a pillowcase left on an ultimately cordial gesture by the staff, (Staff) It's a bath house for brave soldiers When they coordinate to fornicating who*es in maid's clothing Sip a hot mocha, kick-up-chug up to the apple box, Frankie says, "Relax", 20 says he snaps, safe wager, Hell, 90 percent sensitive jubilee, Never returned to brag about that fish bigger than you and me Walk on gla**, cruise cloaked residents Bang on doors, food, clothes, medicine United we stand to all our parties click, I divide and conquer cause frankly I'd rather sit We saw them rat races, machine or man, sprocket or fat laces Hatchback of flashbacks from a heyday full of bad blazers Now Major Aes route the following order To all his crew's chromed generals, Food, clothes, medicine. Walk on gla**, bang on doors, Talk all trash, hang on who*es Walk on cash, bank on wars, Like food, clothes, medicine, it's yours It's yours, it's yours, it's yours [Aesop Rock:] We role tape protocol on a ring finger neighbor to peruse gross negligence Food, clothes, medicine Martyrs leak faster if the carver tweaks the dagger, 90 moves choked citizens Food, clothes, medicine Well y'at's a quick example accept as commitment's castle, cool, dope, excellent Food, clothes, medicine It's tough to legislate when scum tongue down a dinner plate of booze, coke, h**n ... I'll bite the hand that feeds Chew the steak and spit the knuckles back Stitch 'em up and give em dap, before his brother's rubberneck Iron chef Lithuania christen kitchen stadium With chicken and ma** serotonin drifting into gravy-dom Save me some, scallywags hold your breath The curmudgeon's gun dusty like the road to d**h Bag a pin stripe my lizard kisser no k** switch, Just a guilty gizzard wanna recommend a pill slip I wipe placenta off my face in the height of the disco era Cruise through liquid bubble gum, fever, d**h, and Christmas sweaters Through juice saccharin fast food studied holdin' cliff's notes vendors Now holds a bachelors in training ninjas to tip toe better These are them sham city kidney kicks to the loose bolts Belly ache-k**ins for claim who stand iffy on food, clothes, medicate Pollywog, hug a spot lit with bigger lizards In the land of hot milk and honey with stingers in it Zinger! Jimmy to jist up, check ya tip cup Mother's watching babies near to preachers keen on fist f**s Keep your schnoz clean, ears open, chopper zipped up! Food, clothes, medicine, cause hungry, naked, sick, s**s! Collide with worker ants, with autobahn inertia dance, And curb them harp love bugs by the cursive final curtain clamp Another savior with his foot, cold, stuck in his mouth I played that who knows, food, clothes, f** it, I'm out Walk on gla**, bang on doors, Talk all trash, hang on who*es Walk on cash, bank on wars Like food, clothes, medicine, it's yours It's yours, it's yours, it's yours Food, clothes, medicine