Aesop Rock — Bug Zapper

[Verse 1] The first step is a doozy, it’s roulette with a mood ring The birth of an old slang, the death of a new speak A permanent post-game is littered with bridge trolls Skirting the copay, divvy the death toll Innumerable codenames, alerted and mobile Familiar rising, a furnace and coal pile Resilient style kings, impossibly tantrum Wandering wild things, opera-less phantoms On linoleum or lava, leaders of a lead-foot fauna His left source blunt force trauma Not a pillar of the commune, a splinter off the pagan Who wrote on the elusiveness of truth and exultation From the point of view of students labeled putrid little aphids By the beautiful and cryogenic stasis: sadists Meanwhile, makers of a hideous whatnot Committed to a lowdown Sisyphus up-rock Are shaving at a truck stop, aging exponentially Homie, no myth, flowers grow where he piss And I still row boats outta bottles without abandon To shrink into the sunset bumping Pachelbel's Canon In D, motherfucker! The author of the artistry May or may not be weeping to an automated pharmacy— "Hello. Hello? Shit!" [Hook] Too geeked up to even keep it down Too peaced out to even be around Too beat up to even breathe it out (Too freaked out to even leave your house) (Too-too freaked out to even leave your house) (Too-too freaked out to even leave your house) (Too-too freaked out to even leave your house) (Too-too freaked out to even leave your house) [Verse 2] You wish you could dance more, I wish you would talk less My gentlemen transform to bringers of off'd heads In moments of land war, a Lazarus species Tattered and bruised up, the back in the cheap seats Hack his own crew cut, foam at the mush-mouth Gag at the news truck, notably unsound Dragging his clown shoes, food in his moustache Raggedy hounds tooth, zilch on a bus pass— I’m good! House at the beach of expelled hubcaps Black lawn, backyard melting into Lovecraft Bad yarn spun by the hum of the bug zapper Of kings becoming runners, and runts becoming alphas And underdogs with posters of a front-side Tony Alva On the sticker laden walls above their uncle’s Bowie albums Of graduate to flyers of an execrated sigil And live to see another sexy generation fizzle Out. Keep rap homely: Bear claw slippers, over-sized Billy Joel tee Fat-faced, potbelly, neckbeard, crow’s feet Rat nest, gross teeth, pock marks, go team! I walk with Hawaii on a greenscreen behind me So even the awkward pauses feel inviting Standing at a landmark sleep drought keep out Can’t talk now, too freaked out [Hook] Too geeked up to even keep it down Too peaced out to even be around Too beat up to even breathe it out (Too freaked out to even leave your house) (Too-too freaked out to even leave your house) (Too-too freaked out to even leave your house) (Too-too freaked out to even leave your house) (Too-too freaked out to even leave your house)