Gun For The Whole Family - Aesop Rock, El-P

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Before it's truly truth, it was cooling in hula hoops I knew 'em once, your basic who's who of brutal truth Hot summer gun about to cut her slow dance Turn a youngin' to a dozen paper dolls holding hands And tricky was a wooden horse pushed up on your porch So the cannery was yours to engage or ignore I was on the latter but a lot of top porn So we carried lawn chairs and buckets of popcorn Pass the popcorn Raw bear, cop car, warrior hawk at meta's hinges Storm door splinters, clamoring about hammers out about to ring Infiltrate each other's tribes and murder each other's queens Back 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 me, this is defeat fester It was rude of me, people, be less than lesser Planted like a model of civility and honor for the section But never got his extra extra Peace for the better but it wasn't entertaining So they waited for the tasing 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 You know that Hot summer gun about to cut her slow dance Popcorn, pop-pop-popcorn Hot summer gun about to cut her slow dance Capture the damage, capture the damage Hot summer gun about to cut her slow dance Popcorn, pop-pop-popcorn Capture the damage, capture the damage Capture the damage, capture the damage Tune the hellamunda for action packed blasphemy Big city translate your face 'til it atrophy I let the shining Freud boy out Actually deployed the boy with grin to watch laughing Pass the beans and collapsin' Like a smell of tragedy when hatching Happily dispassionately patching Alive with the menace of the minds like yes the pain dazzles Pass the popcorn Pass the popcorn It's reality at its fastest And yet it still unravels at a pace like molasses I guess the last of the seconds before the worst of disaster Stretch past it Wouldn't you agree that it is fabulous? Corridors of entropy walls contort drastically 'til it fits I adjust the climate for the wilderness Walk along my spine, take the pilgrimage Up into the section that's reserved For the spurge and the corner splinters Working motherfuckers It's all daytime Innovate the man who looked grace in a good form far Fuck a vomitor y'all not I got the front row to the greatest Entertainment that an angel ever saw Sixty thousand watts of that raw Pull the car out of the trunk one Each one teach one how to club one Look at how they bail up in the dub blood It's gonna be a night that throws a chills Where the sacred is made of mud mud Each one teach one how to club one, club one Popcorn, pop-pop-popcorn Each one teach one how to cl-cl-cl-cl-club one Popcorn Wouldn't you agree that it is fabulous? Each one teach one how to club one, club one Popcorn, pop-pop-popcorn Capture the damage, capture the damage Capture the damage, capture the damage It was a lazy day, it was amazing grace It was a half a dozen claim, it was daisy chain It wasn't daisies and crazy aches It was an ace of spades over a waiting game of slaves and saints And every tranny face painted while the spread escaped grazed in age He'll never make it when he aims his 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 hackathon was every bit as cutty as it seems I could tell the pep from the vet Money where his canine spread and never welts on a bet That said, no D over under when you're local hunter And you're profit off of widowmaker's numbers every summer Bump in the night Funny will he catch and release him as he mercy Will he hack him to pieces? Is he dirty? Will he hassle policemen and security? Breach until impurities leak over the circuitry And not of milk and honey, there was only skulls and bunnies That hop around drunk in a land of a hundred Mondays Goddamn, pop the Redenbacher proper And for Christ's sake get this man a doctor