Aesop Rock Babies With Guns Lyrics

Bazooka Tooth Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Bazooka Tooth
  • 2 N.Y. Electric / Hunter (interlude)
  • 3 Easy
  • 4 No Jumper Cables
  • 5 Limelighters / Flunkadelic (interlude)
  • 6 Super Fluke
  • 7 Cook It Up
  • 8 Freeze / Honeycomb (interlude)
  • 9 We're Famous
  • 10 Babies With Guns
  • 11 The Greatest Pac-Man Victory in History
  • 12 Frijoles
  • 13 11:35 / Ketamine U.S.A. (interlude)
  • 14 Kill the Messenger
  • 15 Mars Attacks
    CD 2
  • 1 The Best of Def Jux Megamix
  • 2 The Essence (snippet)
  • 3 Elephant Guns (snippet)
  • 4 Beer (snippet)
  • 5 Be My Lady (snippet)
  • 6 Slide on 'em (Escapade) (snippet)
  • 7 Illy (snippet)
  • 8 What Do You Know? (snippet)
  • 9 Risky Business (snippet)
  • 10 Razor Fund (snippet)
  • 11 N.Y. Electric (snippet)
  • 12 No Jumper Cables (snippet)


  • Radio check check
    Video check check
    This is how the city-folk and mole-people connect-nect
    Somebody warped the message, tried to pass it to the next next
    Data-perforated counties making you upset-set

    Harvest all Brand-X Clark Kents to worm food
    Carbon heart, buried his nozzle in fossil marker art
    Pardon, cadaver had a legitimate pulse
    And littered volts all over the village where the skittish pigeons molt
    Bastard polter-gasps when the pigeon with Lazarus billy-goat whiskers
    He roasted sea-salt in the open blisters
    But blind anarchy slips through the cracks
    See naked martyrs with Bubblelicious on fishing rods itching to pull it back
    With that organic invention incubated to have some ?? to make it through
    ?? on paper now, a lot of details later
    And lot of crews will taper out
    A wooly mayor souse, who ?? happy shooting at the bladed mouth
    Bazooka Tooth zoo-keep the paper route with janky funds and favors
    Cradled by twelve empty Zelda heart containers
    Man, it's freezing in this brick *****, winter forever
    Like Punxatawny Phil found with his four furry wrists severed
    I walk face-first through the sex, drugs, and church
    With wild things that make Maurice Sendak question his early works
    But no hostages, no promises
    Out the clock corporate constant sprockets
    Now clocked-off grommets
    Running from a rabid ring-wraith click basilisk
    Serpentine, in and out of traffic jam and murder scenes
    Scrub blood of the AF-152, pick up first degrees
    Some toddlers smuggled Tommy guns and crack into the nurseries
    Dog, there's a ****ing baby at the door asking for wallets (yeah?)
    And those ain't twin Beanie Babies inside his pockets (nope!)
    2010 sonograms showed the Magnum formed directly out the fetus
    Evolution for the young killer convenience

    Radio check check
    Video check check
    This is how the city-folk and mole-people connect-nect
    Somebody warped the message, tried to pass it to the next next
    Data-perforated counties making you upset-set

    Magazine check check
    Paper route check check
    This is how the hermit and the busy bee connect-nect
    Somebody's losing track of their flesh-and-bloods and arrests-rests
    Polka-dotted landscapes, what did you expect-pect?

    Now a-days, even the babies got guns
    Diaper snipers having clock-tower fun
    Misplace the bottle, might catch a bad one
    Have a mid-life crisis when you're ten years young

    If this Jesus piece around your neck is bigger than your pistol
    It makes homicide okie-dokie and your god will forgive you
    Just show the saints at Heaven's gate you should be on the list
    "I heard he overlooks manslaughter for a tattooed crucifix"
    Twisty, fishy, contradicty, wild animal ship fleet
    Off the sliding board dock of the Mr. Turtle pool mom bought
    Somewhere they laminate dry bones and cool water and ease medulla
    After you thumb-suck and diaper-change get burped and shoot the school up
    I'd do it too, but only to exploit no-brainers
    Teenager beef passed alligator teeth and extra-curricular flagpole scrapping
    Amongst tadpoles that have yellow backbones
    De-mechanism brought airborne shrapnel scraps to hassle captains
    By the itchy index of an umbilically-garped fraggle baby
    Fragile maybe, you think?
    Chopped shop and a mislead, maladjustee trustee locked box
    Hiding clips that light the sky in seconds
    like newly communal hop-scotch gives them leverage
    Cut them with mortars while I mumble
    in the immortal slang of mushmouth for the anti-led Nirvana
    I used to think I'd get hit by a bus or something dumb and dumber
    That or bust the slugs plugged by the newest kiddie thug wonder
    Self-victim kings who rep a wide pride dosage
    For tomorrow the holsters are bound to outnumber the roaches
    I'm not a coach
    But that won't even jolt the immobile
    when global terrorism's all the rage and folk get smoked local
    Block, if you need me (yeah?)
    I had to bounce to DC (yeah?)
    To bullet-proof mom's flower garden before the war cheats me (yeah?)
    If I'm not back in a week tell the crew I said "peace" and lay low
    Strays don't vacate slow

    Radio check check
    Video check check
    This is how the city-folk and mole-people connect-nect
    Somebody warped the message, tried to pass it to the next next
    Data-perforated counties making you upset-set

    Magazine check check
    New flash check check
    This is how the hermit and the busy bee connect-nect
    Somebody's losing track of their flesh-and-bloods and arrests-rests
    Polka-dotted landscapes, what did you expect-pect?

    Now a-days, even the babies got guns
    Diaper snipers having clock-tower fun
    Misplace the bottle, might catch a bad one
    Have a mid-life crisis when you're ten years young

    Aboard the battleship grey sky
    The day I got the phone call Jam Master Jay died
    So now I'll probably never write another "Daylight"
    Because the stingers ?? a ?? into the portable hay-rides
    It adds it up when a pioneer fall, in comparison to your 99 bottle of beer wall
    There's banana peels in your hamster wheels, hand cannons in your shoebox, please
    Mine's got Adidas, rest in peace

    Written by: Anthony Simon, Ian Bavitz
    Lyrics © THIRD SIDE MUSIC INC.

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