Aesop Rock, James Lynch, Allyson Baker - The Blob lyrics

Fuck the future you cannot fuck the future
The future fucks you

Ground control to pilot ready? Ready?

You a tough ass geezer
Give you props for that

Out of the ground,  into the
Sky, out of the sky, into the dirt

What kind of effing a-hole would do
Something like this, nancy?
I don't know, sir should I call the police?

Take that suckers! Ha ha ha

I'm dead, dead, dead as a door nail

Oh my god that's good

What do we become when we take
Th-the weakest in our society
And we hold them up and
We ridicule them? Laughed at
For our sport and entertainment laughed at
To the point that they
Would literally rather kill themselves than
Live with us anymore

I don't wanna go to bed
Well your mom said I had to
Put you to bed early
Because you've been sick now don't
Smart off to me
I wasn't sick i just didn't like meatloaf

The sound i They just started going crazy and
Attacking each other when the alarm went off

What?

I don't know what I am okay?
I don't know who I am?
All I know is all I do is die

Yo I ain't jokin' yo I ain't jokin'
Yo I ain't jokin' yo I ain't jokin'
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

What is wrong? You look like shit
Those fuckin' things they-they did this who?
Things I don't know you They're smart

The walking dead were everywhere now
A vast army of destruction that
Could not be killed

Can you let me go to hell the way I want to?