Aesop Rock - Babies with Guns lyrics

Radio? Check, check video? Check, check
This is how the city
Folk and mole-people connect
Somebody warped the message prior to
Passin it to the next
Now the perforated counties making you upset

Harvest all Brand-X Clark Kents to worm food
Carbon heart buried his nozzle
In fossil marker art
Pardon, cadaver had a legitimate pulse
And littered volts all over the village
Where the skittish pigeons molt
Bastard polter gasps when the pigeon
With Lazarus billy-goat whiskers
He roasted sea-salt in the open blisters
But blind anarchy slips through the cracks
See naked martyrs with
Bubblelicious on fishing
Rods itching to pull it back
When that organic invention incubated
To hatch some
Comply to making fructose on paper now
Apply the details later and the
Clues will taper out unruley mayor souse
Who piggy jammy happy shooting
At the bladed mouth
Bazooka Tooth zoo-keep the paper route
With janky funds and favors
Cradled by twelve empty
Zelda heart containers
Man, it's freezing in this brick bitch
Winter forever
Like Punxatawny Phil found with his
Four furry wrists severed
I walk face-first through the sex, drugs
And church
With wild things that make Maurice
Sendak question his early works
But no hostages, no promises
Out to clock corporate cogs and sprockets
Not clogs, all grommets running from a rabid
Ring-wraith click basilisk
Serpentine, in and out of traffic
Jam and murder scenes
Scrub blood of the AF1s
52 Pick-up first degrees
Some toddlers smuggled tommy guns and
Crack into the nurseries
Dog, there's a fucking baby at
The door asking for wallets
And those ain't twin Beanie
Babies inside his pockets
2010's sonograms showed the magnum formed
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 warped the message prior to
Passin it to the next
Now the perforated counties making you upset

Magazine? Check, check
Paper route? Check, check
This is how the hermitted
And busy bee connect
Somebody's losing track and their flesh
And blood's in arrest
Polka dotted landscapes, what did you expect

Now adays, even the babies got guns
Diaper snipers having clocktower fun
Misplace the bottle, might catch a bad one
Have a mid-life crisis when
You're ten years young

If this Jesus piece around your neck
Is bigger than your pistol
It makes homicide okie dokie and
Your god will forgive you
Just show the saints at Heaven's gate
You should be on the list
I hear he overlooks manslaughter
For a tattooed crucifix
Twisty, fishy, contradicty
Wild animal ship fleet
Off the sliding board dock of the
Mr turtle pool mom bought
Somewhere they laminate dry bones in
Cool water and ease medulla
After you thumb suck and diaper change
Get burped and shoot the school up
I'd duel too, but only to exploit no-brainers
Teenager beef passed alligator teeth
And extra-curricular flagpole scrapping
Amongst tadpoles it happens
Yellow backbone de-mechanism brought
Airborne shrapnel scraps to hassle captains
By the itchy index of an
Umbilically garbed fraggle baby
Fragile maybe, you think?
Chopped shopin a mislead
Maladjustee trustee locked box
Hiding clips that light the sky in seconds
Like fuel and communal hop-scotch
Gives them leverage
Cuddle with mortars while I mumble
In the immortal slang of mushmouth
For the anti led 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
Suffixed to kings, he rebel
Wide pride dosage
For tomorrow the holsters are bound
To outnumber the roaches i'm not a coach
But that'll even jolt the immobile
When global terrorism's all the rage
Your folk get smoked local
Block, if you need me (yeah?)
I had to bounce to DC (yeah?)
To bullet-proof mom's flower garden before
The war cheats me (yeah?)
If I'm not back in a week tell the
Crew I said peace and lay low
Strays don't vacate slow

Radio? Check, check video? Check, check
This is how the city
Folk and mole-people connect
Somebody warped the message prior to
Passin it to the next
Now the perforated counties making you upset

Magazine? Check, check
Newsflash! Check, check
This is how the hermitted
And busy bee connect
Somebody's losing track and their flesh
And blood's in arrest
Polka dotted landscapes, what did you expect

Now adays, even the babies got guns
Diaper snipers having clocktower fun
Misplace the bottle, might catch a bad one
Have a mid-life crisis when
You're ten years young

Aboard the battleship grey 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 the portable hay-rides
It adds it up when a pioneer fall
In comparison to your ninety-nine
Bottle of beer wall
There's banana peels in your hamster wheels
Hand-cannons in your shoe box please
Mine's got Adidas rest in peace