Shut Down

[Intro: Aesop Rock]

Seven! (Where the fuck is the weed?)

Seven, you got the weed?

Yo, is the weed here?

Seven...

Anchor, I want you to "beat Seven down"

Yeah, no problem, let’s get this record started alright?

[Verse 1: Aesop Rock]

Sitting on the bus, three nickels and a Walkman

High as fuck, loopy cadet, bent stupor out the bullpen

Flexing with the fulcrum, but (what)

Not quite enough, cause if the non-factor met bad posture my little zone combusts

The driver hates his job

I can tell by the way he keeps saying "I hate this fucking job" to every civilian that boards

I'm just happy the academy lets roaches ride the NTA

Cause i got a full glass with an otherwise empty day

Citizen culprits aim for the plug jesus freak lectures

But it's like "Homie, I can't hear you", park the traffic tryin' to sharpen up the bear tooth

Animatronic tapeworm raid germinate random tantrum

So I twitch every time the "feed me, Seymour" farmers plant one

Serve me silly or work with me, no grey area

Burden me filthy or kill me, murder me quickly

Hack me to ribbons and serve me with grits to the sickly

Tack me to the menu with the all-you-can-eat entries

As I watch with a laminated iris, mother fuck the leeches and contaminated sidekicks

Mother fuck the bleachers where they seat the bacon hybrids

Mother fuck that sacred virus squirming through the hi jinks

Bounce to the scarlet carpet bomb boombox noise activators

Sat with the fat lady and voodoo magic maker

Said "Homie do your thing", said "Homegirl let him do his thing

When i give the signal, i want you to stay fat and sing"

[Hook x2]

Watch your back, watch your front now

What now, shut down

[Verse 2]

Your computer face irks me to no end

Keep blowing lines in the bathroom and I'll pretend i can't see the snow where your nose ends

Winter heads get gingerbread enjoyment for a couple (1,2,3,4,5)

Then sit and wonder why their Brooklyn bridges buckle

I'd like to radiate basic framework and stress caveman symbol living from the hot burner cookin' rice and beans in the kitchen

It's gonna be all good, right? (right, right, right) Right. Gravy

The burden just disappears in a mix of Gerber babies

Deaf motivate the def, juxtaposition (juxtaposition)

The lab rats procreate with whatever's left

Lone pledge, suck medusa nipples, spit Stonehenge

You suck Sambuca ripples, spit cookies

Stop acting like an asshole!

Hot tin roof (uh) dance with a beetle

Summertime airbrushed on a collapsible easel

Winter war participant or southbound eagle

Kick the metal door off the hinge or peek through the keyhole

Television face, camo the nerves behind a moniker

Hopped up on Klonopin, kicking it to college girls

"I'll fuck you blind but i need to borrow a dollar first for stoges

Cause tar and pussy's like all I got to look forward to"

Bazooka Tooth got souvenirs for little fuck-ups that crash test your matchbox tour bus before they hit the first truck stop

Kick back and count the casualties; a sadder motherfucker like Radio Rahim buying batteries

[Hook ]