The Burgers

[Verse 1: Aesop Rock] What do you think is in the burgers? What do you think is in the burgers? Mystery meats from different merchants Cats and dogs and missing persons What do you think is in the burgers? Visitors from distant churches City mice and similar vermin All mixed in with artificial preservatives Twerps Twisting, turning, tumbling It’s vertigo in serpent country I circle earth, and turn purdy fugly Then circle back for that keurig upkeep Ripples in your resting juice Forecasting chimps in heavy shoes Belly laughing at these saplings Telegraphing every move to thеse Sitting ducks in silly circles What do you think is in the burgеrs? Swiss cheese and sacrificial virgins Twisted limbs from triple murders That’s information, not a infomercial I’m in your faces, tip your server Wizard pipe with my wizard weed And my pole position, my millipede I like marching out in that dour and dicey Whilst architecture falls down behind me Vehicles won’t stop exploding I'm still expected with a pocket of protein With a pocket of posies, sword and stone And I trained my whole life for this moment Hordes of house flies, swarms of locusts Gore to get with, report to Stonehenge [Hook: Aesop Rock] What do you think is in the burgers? Somebody knows, nobody talks, somebody owes What do you think is in the burgers? Nobody gives, someday talk so nobody wins What do you think is in the burgers? Somebody’s up, if nobody talks then what is for lunch? [Verse 2: Aesop Rock] What do you think is in the burgers? Rat poison and dish detergent That evidence that if it surfaced Could affect the case, nay spin the verdict What do you think is in the Gerbers? Razor blades and other hideous kernels Insects, and fish and turtles And viscera yet to have been determined O’death won't you spare me over I’m very close to that terra nova With a boiling pot of sub-terra culture It’s extra ultra buenos noches Scriveners with feather pens From pretty birds like precious gems We sketch up existential threats Defensive ends like let’s be friends And it’s tense, I thin the herd I mean what do you think is in the burgers? Billionaires and Bilderbergs Over 99 billion served Bitch, skip a turn, handshake heavy I send y’all back into the landscape lefty Leather face and my Freddy sweater I might trail your scent, the pale death be-header I say less, feed that mess to the shredder Press the patty, add cayenne pepper Add more, this is trial and error Never been two burgers alike, like ever Game night with my dice tower My D20, my night howlers My night owls on fire flowers Got one question for the higher powers, it go [Hook: Aesop Rock] What do you think is in the burgers? Somebody knows, nobody talks, somebody owes What do you think is in the burgers? Nobody gives, somebody talk so nobody wins What do you think is in the burgers? Nobody speaks if somebody can then nobody eats [Verse 3: Homeboy Sandman] What do you think is in the burgers? Prophets, sages, book pages Truth in fables, labeled outrageous Boys and girls and kids of all ages What do you think is in the burgers? Gucci purses, proofs of purchase DMT, smallpox and worse and EMTs and docs and nurses What do you think is in the burgers? Peep the whispers, heed the murmurs In a 2D prison for the visual learners With YouTube to mp3 converters Psyops on the bill Free will sizzling on the grill Get them heretics on the rack They like word to that I’m like on the real What do you think is in the burgers? Zippo lighters, freedom fighters 76ers and 49ers and junk mail from healthcare providers What do you think is in 'emmm?! People wearing Jordans when the shoe don’t fit 'em White lies, both sides of Pink Floyd prism Descendants of the slaves turned slave to the rhythm What do you think is in the patties? Hidden data, missing daddies Bras and panties It’s a trip, better pack a Janny Pakistanis Wires and cables and routers Greedily they grind believers to feed to doubters Innards over the counter Barely know the difference ‘tween the inner and the outer What do you think is in the burger They serve up to the casual observer? History meets mystery meat Secret that’s a mess you best keep that tastes mesquite Blood and sweat 'cause you sweat the technique And tears from the deck that knock you into next week And pigs feet Enough to feed all of 125th street What do you think? Old tires, no iron or zinc in that pink No riboflavin Lead paint Ain’t no misbehavin’ Oh right that’s your favorite Chunks of pavement Quoth the raven Acid, antifreeze But forget it, don’t sweat it, just add cheese Hey!