AESOP ROCK - BABIES WITH GUNS lyrics

rate me

radio, check check, video, check check

this is how the city folk and mole people connect

somebody warp the message right i'll pass it to the next

now the perferrated county's making you upset

harvest all brand x clark kents to worm pool

carbon heart

burried his nozzle in fossil marker art

pardon

cadaver had a legitimate pulse

and littered volts are with the village

where the skiddish pigeons molt

bastard poacher gasped

with the pigeon with lazerus billy goat whiskers

he rose to see salt in the open blisters but

blind anarchy slips through the cracks,

see naked martyrs with bubbliscious on fishing rods

itching to pull it back

with that organic invention incubated to hatch

suome can try to make it fructose on paper now

allow the details later and the crews will taper out

of wooly mayors ousts?

through piggy jammy happy shooting at the bladed mouth

bazooka tooth zoo keep the paper route

with janky funds and favors

cradled by twelve empty sell the heart containers

man, it's freezing in this brick bitch

winter forever

like pucks that tawny felt down with his sore furry wrist severed

i walk face first through the sex, guns, and church

with wild things that make maurice syndek question his early works

but no hostages no promises

out the claw of corporate cogs and sprockets,

now clogs off gromits

running from a rabid ring wraith click, basilisk, serpentine

in and out of traffic jam and murder scenes

scrub blood off the AF1 fifty two pick up first degree

some toddler's smuggled tommy guns and crack into the nurseries

dogg, there's a fucking baby at the door asking for wallets

and those ain't twin beenie babies inside his pockets

2010 sonograms show the magnum's worn directly out the fetus

evolution for the young killer convenience

radio, check check, video, check check

this is how the city folk and mole people connect

somebody warp the message right, i'll pass it to the next

now the perferrated county's making you upset

magazine, check check, paper route, check check

this is how the hermit inc. and busy bee connect

somebody's losing track of their flesh and blood in arrests

polka dotted landscapes what did you expect?

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

hold up

if the jesus piece around your neck is bigger than your pistol

it makes homicide okey dokey and your god will forgive you

just show the saints at heaven's gate you should be on the list

i hear overlooks manslaughter for a tatooed crucifix

twisty, fidgety, contradicting

wild animal shit bleed off the slide of born doctor?

to mister turnable mind bought?

somewhere to laminate dry bones in cool water and ease madula

after you thumb sucking diaper chains

give birth and shoot the school up

i duel, too, but only to exploit no brainers

teenager beef past alligator teeth

and extra-curricular flagpole scrappin'

amongst tadpoles that have yellow backbones

team mechanism brought airborn shrapnel scraps to hassle captain

by the itchy index of an umbilically garped fraggle baby

fragile, maybe, ya think

chop shop and a misled maladjusty crusty lock box

hiding clips that light the sky in seconds

like dueling commutal hopscotch gives them leverage

cut 'em with mortars

while i mumble in the immortal slang of "must-not [sleep]"

for the anti-lead nirvana

i used to think i'd get hit by a bus or something dumb and dumber

now the bus is slugs plugged by the newest kiddie thug wonder

suffered through kingsley

rep a wide pride dosage

for tomorrow the holsters are bound to outnumber the roaches

not a coach, but that'll even jolt the immobile

when global terrorism's all the rage your folk get smoked local

block[head], if you need me, i had to bounce to d.c.

to bullet-proof mom's flower garden

before the war cheats me

if i'm not back in a week tell the crew i said "peace, and lay low"

strains don't vacate slow

radio, check check, video, check check

this is how the city folk and mole people connect

somebody warp the message right, i'll pass it to the next

now the perferated county's making you upset

magazine, check check, news flash, check check

this is how the hermit inc. and busy bee connect

somebody's losing track of their flesh and blood in arrests

polka dotted landscapes what did you expect?

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, gray sky, the day i

got the phone call Jam Master Jay died

so, no, i'll probably never write another daylight

because the stingers tend to cling more than a portable hay rides

it adds up when a pioneer fall

incompares to your ninety-nine bottles of beer wall

there's banana peels in your hamster wheels

hand cannons in your shoebox, please

mine's got adidas, rest in peace.............get at me.