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• Artiste: Aesop Rock
• Titre: Grace
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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 propotion redefined Rectangle seat four, squeeze five, 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 Invented for the code red, cola chaser, nose held Gulp! Moments later two 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 And know this kitchen as a prison 'til the pea pods die I could sit here all night", so could I 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" 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 rupture the spud levy No '87 supper-scape was truly flood-friendly Ever, including at your basic cemetary 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 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 skateboards asking you to navigate the claymores Really? Yup, I told 'em "Oh, he can't, 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 uninvited guts Pointer finger plug a hole in the damn, ma notice "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