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Grace (Explicit) - Aesop Rock
Ian why don't you say grace "dear god thanks
And if you loved me vegetables would be extinct"
Now i'm looking down the barrel of a string-bean side
Like an exodus of biblical proportion redefined
Rectangle seat 4 squeeze 5 each one
May not be excused from the table 'til the green gone
Stomach revvin' up an episodic rerun
Where's a dissipating plume of smoke when you need one
Chris and Graham hate 'em too
But advocate a braver chew intended for the code red
Cola chaser nose held gulp moments later 2 have been released
Leaving me the legroom and the legume police going "freeze
You with the pretzeled arms send your fabricated nausea my best regards a
Nd know this kitchen as a prison 'til the pea pods die I could sit here all night"
So could I Blink Twice if you are being held hostage
I speak and spell of a sleeper cell in the hospice woke
Impersonating busy little helpers
That intimately purr between the hiccuping up of feathers
Pick a porcelain dish a single portion canned frozen or fresh
Defies the glory of the Poultry or fish
Via communal bloodletting that rapture spud levy
No '87 supper-scape was truly flood-friendly ever
Including at your basic cemetery for contaminated textures 60 minutes into never
Where room temp heirlooms emanate a crude black mist to a rendition of "dude
Dad's pissed" tell dad dude's pissed too
Not to mention genuinely brandishing a the new gill hue
Still out-mule any last strafing watchmen
'Til the lord taketh waiting as an option
Who was at the door just now
Kids on dirt bikes asking you to bunny-hop the curbsides Really
Yup i told em "oh he busy
He staring at his green beans being a total pussy
Who was at the door just now
Kids on sckateboards asking you to navigate the claymores Really
Yup i told em "oh he cant
He in the kitchen pouting and terrified of a plant"
Less like toes in a tide pool more like
Left right poached from notable giant Kaiju
Fat neck fine tooth rock and lean
Yelling' "this ends now eat the god damn beans "
Ah hangdog mouth talk slang wrong
And that there's flatware exhumed by a crane arm
Time for some action stab one ripe for a swipe and extraction
Brined in malpractice carried to the cavernous yap and obliged access
If only in compliance with a deep-fried fascist peep
Literally bite down once
And my tongue get a flooding from my uninviting guts
Pointer finger plug a hole in the damn ma notic "ok gross
Blowfish dinner's over go spit" pop call "bullshit"
Both of my brothers break in
Like "he's on his Davie Hogan no mistaken"
By the way Who was at the door just now
Kids on dirt bikes asking you to bunny-hop the curbsides Really
Yup i told em "oh he busy
He staring at his green beans being a total pussy
Who was at the door just now
Kids on sckateboards asking you to navigate the claymores Really
Yup i told em "oh he cant
He in the kitchen pouting and terrified of a plant"
