Aesop Rock, El-P - Gun For the Whole Family lyrics

Before shooting troops was cooler
Than hula hoops
High noon was your basic who's
Who of brutal truth
Hot summer gun or box-cutter slow dance
Turn a young'n 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 latter, but a lot adopt pawns
So we carried lawn chairs
And buckets of popcorn
(Pass 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 two 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 wasn't entertaining
So they waited for the tazing from
The safety of his haven
Like bees to the honey when
They lumped you up
Cause bumper cars are only
Funny when they bump know that

Hot summer gun or box-cutter
Slow dance- popcorn, popcorn
Hot summer gun or box-cutter slow
Dance- capture the damage

(Yo, this dude talks real slow yo crazy
Yeah man that's my boy Steve
He just talks like that, it's weird
That is weird)

Tune to "Hellemundo" for
Action packed blasphemy
Big city translate your face til it atrophy
I let the schadenfreude boy out actually
Deployed to void with grin
To watch laughingly
(yeah bitch) Pass the P's it's a laugh in
I can smell the tragedy when hatchin'
Happily dispassionately patched in
Alive with the menace of demise
Like, "Yes!" the pain dazzles men
Pass the popcorn
(Pass the popcorn) It's reality
At it's fastest and yet it still unravels at
A pace like molasses
I guess the last of the seconds before
The worst of disasters stretch past us
Wouldn't you agree that it is fabulous?
In the corridors of entropous wars
Contort drastically tilted fit's
I adjust to climates of the wilderness
Walk along my spine take the pilgrimage
Up in to the section that's reserved for
The smirk of the coldest witnesses
Work you motherfuckers
(hooray) , there's all day to die
Innovate the mayhem with grace
The good-form-fall, fuck if I'mma warn y'all
Nah 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 the dove blood
It's gonna be a night of thrills and chills
Where the sacred is made of mud mud

Each one teach one how to club one- popcorn
Popcorn
Each one teach one how to club one- popcorn
Wouldn't you agree that it is fabulous?

(Yo honestly, if your man Steve
Really talks like that uh
That's not really normal
Yeah, that sucks yeah, it's pretty bad
Nobody's voice should sound like that)

It was a lazy day, it was amazing grace
It was a half-a dozen claymores daisy-chained
It wasn't 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
He'll 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
(Pass 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 canine's spread
And never welched on a bet, that said
Know the over-under
On your local hunter and you'll
Profit off his widow maker's
Numbers every summer, bump in
The night, funny
Will he catch and release 'em?
Has he mercy, will he hack 'em to pieces?
Is he dirty
Will he hassle 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 a hundred Mondays
God damn, pop the Redenbacher proper and
For Christ's sake get this man a doctor!