Push Button Objects - Shut Down lyrics

[Intro: Aesop Rock] Seven! (Where the f** is the weed?) Seven, you got the weed? Yo, is the weed here? Seven... Anchor, I want you to "beat Seven down" Yeah, no problem, [?] [Verse 1: Aesop Rock] Sitting on the bus, three nickels in the Walkman High as f**, loopy cadet, bent stupor out the bullpen Flexed it with the fulcrum, but (what) Not quite enough, cause if the non-factor met bad posture my little zone combust The driver hates his job I can tell by the way he keeps saying "I hate this f**ing job" to every civilian that boards I'm just happy the academy lets roaches ride the NTA Cause i got a full gla** with an otherwise empty day Citizen culprits aim for the plug jesus freak lectures But it's like "Homie, I can't hear you", park the traffic tryin to sharpen up the bear tooth Animatronic tapeworm raid germinate random tantrum So I twitch every time the "feed me, Seymour" farmers plant one Servin' me silly or work with me, no grey area Burden me filthy or k** me, murder me quickly Hack me to ribbons and serve me with grits to the sickly Tack me to the menu with the all-you-can-eat entries I watch with a laminated iris, mother f** the leeches and contaminated sidekicks Mother f** the bleachers where they seat the vacant hybrids Mother f** that sacred virus squirming through the hi jinks Bounce to the scarlet carpet bomb boombox noise activators Sat with the fat lady and voodoo magic maker Said "Homie do your thing", said "Homegirl let him do his thing When i give the signal, i want you to stay fat and sing" [Hook x2] Watch your back, watch your front now What now, shut down [Verse 2] Your computer face irks me to no end Keep blowing lines in the bathroom and I'll pretend i can't see the snow where your nose ends Where their heads get gingerbread enjoyment for a couples (1,2,3,4,5) Then sit and wonder why their Brooklyn bridges buckle I'd like to radiate basic framework and stress caveman symbol living from the hot burner cookin rice and beans in the kitchen It's gonna be all good, right? (right, right, right) Right. Gravy The burglar just disappears in a mix of Gerber babies Deaf motivate the def, juxtaposition (juxtaposition) The lab rats procreate with whatever's left Lone pledge, s** medusa nipples, spit Stonehenge You s** [?] ripples and spit cookies Stop acting like an a**hole! Hot tin roof (uh) dance with a beetle summertime airbrushed on a collapsible easel When a war participant are southbound eagle kick the metal door off the hinge or peek through the keyhole Television face, camo the nerves behind a moniker Hopped up on Klonopin and kicking it to college girls I'll f** you blind but i need to borrow a dollar first for stoges Cause tar and p**y's like all I got to look forward to Bazooka Tooth got souvenirs for little f**-ups that crash test your matchbox tour bus before they hit the first truck stop Kick back and count the casualties then sadden motherf**er like radio Rahim buying batteries [Hook ]