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 (Fastest motherfucker touching down on kick drums)? [Hook: Aesop Rock] Every leader dead and its making you upset La da de dah da da, La da de da da da dow dom Set, set, set... Every hero dead and its making you forget Get, get, get La da de dah da da, La da de da da da dow dom I'm in and out a pig channel serrated by hand feeders Army of vicious kidney patrol yam peelers They sleep in barns and whisper looney conspiracy secrets Increasing payroll to end is blind, while a.w.o.l. went the leaders The only mammal officially banned from food chain con For finishing for over 25 consecutive years on top is aggravating 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 jockey in for the footing My last supper starts with a vinaigrette over pickled muppet hearts while sheep tucked deep in the wood chipper For the shepherd was a milk carton in scissors Clammy hands make henna run on risky jenga tugs: they're all sweating, Hell I'm sweatin' too, just ain't nobody sweatin' you! (Holmes!) The muck went abacus on labor persperator official biz When auditioning demos by which to live No whammies, Stop Triple six game never chose me Trickery gets hokey Pick up stix and ponies You've got mail champ: blow me Just a trooper with a question mark machine needy Pointed at the heavens like bee gee on some "where the hells my freebie?" To clamp war stupid No land lords 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 calling 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 pinup I want to find a 21st century carbon crutch worthy of pedestal placement and shitty path walking to touch (Fastest motherfucker touching down on kick drums)? [Hook] Ain't no time to sit and lift stones So its left to the dogs to find their way home And you grew up in a similar generation alone With fist full of humanoid models along the road With a blank in your ancient Fuck if I can find a flesh and bone tour guide to etch me through the makeshift Every little footprint’s faded and vacant in your ancient Now ima step through this motherfucker impatient For the first time in a long line of dog fights Little Lassy will not be returning home tonight They’re saying someone everclear spiked the punchbowl of Christ but all I saw was six pits rip her throat box out her life Live lizard hung 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