Kill the Messenger

[Intro: Murs] Hey stupid, you're listening to Bazooka tooth, dental cannons, molar pistols; shit like that This is Murs, motherfucker, this is Aesop Rock, Ace Rizzle. Ya know what I'm saying? Check it out, like, Living Legends, Def Jux, if you don't know, now you're informed Be better prepared for the next time this type of shit goes down. Cause when it's happening and you're unaware you look like a complete asshole (Baddest motherfucker touching down on kick drums) [Hook: Aesop Rock] Every leader dead and it's making you upset La da de dah da da, La da de da da da dow dom Set, set, set... Every hero dead and it's making you forget Get, get, get La da de dah da da, La da de da da da dow dom [Verse 1: Aesop Rock] I'm in and out a pig channel serrated for hand feeders Army of vicious kitchen patrol yam peelers They sleep in barns and whisper loony conspiracy secrets Increasing payroll awareness blind while a.w.o.l. went the leaders The only mammal officially banned from food chain comp For finishing for over 25 consecutive years on top is aggravated Alarmingly, the pulse don't bump right And he's up nights Bumping over crunk and bug bites Who luck like this evening? Stay electric mud blood jockeying for the footing My last supper starts with a vinaigrette over pickled Muppet hearts while sheep tuck deep in the wood chipper For the shepherd was a milk carton and scissors Clammy hands make henna run on risky jenga tugs: you're all sweating, Hell I'm sweatin' too, just ain't nobody sweatin' you! (Holmes!) The muck went abacus on labor perspirator official biz When auditioning demos by which to live No whammies, Stop Your triple six game never chose me Trickery gets hokey Pick up sticks and ponies You've got mail, champ: blow me Just trooper with a question mark machine needy Pointed at the heavens like a Bee Gee on some where the hell's my freebee? To clamp war stupid No landlords or super No hands Water no ice cubes Rubik, no plans No motor movement, no dance, no pyrotechnics to enhance No chance Too many grown men call in sick over cramps I weigh in heavy on the jaded bitter subtracting the frontal gimmick I want to solve world hunger and fuck a pin-up I want to find a 21st century carbon crutch worthy of pedestal placement and shitty path walking to touch (Baddest motherfucker touching down on kick drums) [Hook: Aesop Rock & Murs] Every leader dead and it's making you upset La da de dah da da, La da de da da da dow dom Set, set, set... (Drums- drums- drums- drums Baddest motherfucker touching down on kick drums) Every hero dead and it's making you forget Get, get, get La da de dah da da, La da de da da da dow dom (Drums- drums- drums- drums- drums) [Verse 2: Aesop Rock] Ain't no time to sit and lift stones So it's left to the dogs to find their way home And you grew up in a similar generation alone With a fist full of humanoid models along the road But a blank and you're ancient Fuck if I can find a flesh and bone tour guide to edge me through the makeshift Every little footprint’s faded and vacant Now I stomp through this motherfucker impatient For the first time in a long line of dog fights Little Lassie will not be returning home tonight They’re saying someone everclear spiked the punchbowl of Christ but all I saw was six pits ripping throat box out her life Live lizard lung out a this ain’t Kansas cause Where the lemmings run with scissors to the closest open jaws Pause Open the fucking door Hal, it’s your valid mistake I will not bow to a god that I can’t look in the face It go C-4 tongue and a janky ankle He still escort an Eeyore to the seafloor, thank you Please curb your Egor Alto spas Alcatraz to the peace core Anti bleep. Anti sheep Sword anti sheathed for corroded shoulders to lean toward Short ‘em, sort of report consecutive awkward moments like Gandhi and Hitler stuck in elevators broken One could reach the ceiling panel boosted by the other, but suddenly suffocating doesn’t seem all that stubborn Is you with it? It’s brick Timb on eggshell percentages Only mobile at but a trotter’s clip No dial tone or walking stick. Fostered chickies peel back a placenta with broke posture for the daily dun da da’s done didn’t glow proper From the promised land abortion of keepers and bleeding orphans Where only the megas creep outside the box to seize the fortress I and my crew seek an informal enforcement passage after receiving a timeline laced with tutor muter packages. Come on baby, act with us. The other activists, refusing to pour dummy accusations to the aqueducts These are the days when the flotsam and the jetsam part ways trying to convince the players to fuck the game But we don’t want to trouble you We take no for an answer If and only if enhanced with 'k' and 'w' We’re only warning kitten paws who want escorting through the jungle zoo This little industry will buckle you (Baddest motherfucker touching down on kick drums) [Hook: Aesop Rock & Murs] Every leader dead and it's making you upset La da de dah da da, La da de da da da dow dom Set, set, set... (Drums- drums- drums- drums Baddest motherfucker touching down on kick drums) Every hero dead and it's making you forget Get, get, get La da de dah da da, La da de da da da dow dom (Drums- drums- drums- drums- drums) [Outro: Murs] You know Aes Rock You know you've been waiting like, how long? You got flow, you're saying he was better back then I've heard this shit it's killing anything he's ever done So shut the fuck up, love it like you know you want to Just don't be a little bitch Little bitches get sniped in their mouth And that's how it happens every time You keep listening because maybe you'll learn something, yeah By the way Can Ox is not broken up, it's just a rumor