Bracket Basher Lyrics

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[...] Mother fucker



Hey yo, must not sleep

I bash the bracket open and reach

The priority's bleached since that '76 umbilical

severed

Majorities cordially abhor the pinnacle benders

I got West Nile virus on my TV in the Bronx

I got two hollow pockets and a sleepy hollow mosh pit

Tryin' to blow the spot with wet matches and bottle

rockets

While cop walkie-talkies squawk outside my apartment -

obnoxious

Tonight's special consists of stale fiber from shitty

diner

"Look Mom, I learned to tie my shoes! Hey, can I borrow

twenty bucks?"

Peel back the prickly cocoon a Polaroid turbulent land

unit birth

Student first pedagogue only from brazen action

Wind blown mariner east river shark carry lunge carry

funk ends on caliber

Watch war face painted junkies dance blissfully around

a bonfire and sacrifice life's sanity

Pay a nickel for nose bleed seats in a peanut gallery

Gallop with a Pegasus. Malice with no benefits.

Balance with some sense of bliss in the foulest of

degenerates

My New Year's revolution's gon' be to stop burning

bridges

I'm just gon' bend them towards the couple cats that's

worth the visits

Um, it's like that and that's the Aes thinks

And um, planes are like clipper ships: if they got

holes, they sink

And if the skipper slips the crew shits bricks,

whither, and hit the brink

That's why I take the poison spitter sips and smile big

when I drink

You never knew mayhem walked with Nikes, talked like a

trucker

Hawk the filibuster, Gerber baby lucid Colonel Mustards

No time to hold my breath.

I'm only here to rap, eat, sleep, grow old and smoke

stokes through the hole in my neck

New millennium. Mad cows and Pentium. Process the

hostage, lock him in the petting bin

Showing pictures of his wife and kids, then wash the

brain

Probably the same mother fuckers that buffed the trains



Okay okay okay okay okay okay

Must not sleep

Must bash the bracket

Pay the rent, pay the debt

Must slash the fabric

Catch the jackrabbit

Pay the rent, pay the debt

Sleep



Roll into the city with one half of the cannibals

New joint bumping out the whip speakers

Made the escape for a night of making tapes

Now it's back to the cockroaches and preachers

Somewhere a prom queen's giving birth in a bathroom

stall

Hauling a prime directive not to get blood on her

mother's ballgown

I'm son of a stubborn old one track jackal prince

Trucking with the prime directive just to get the goods

and never fall down

Ate the city, spit the bricks, ate the boxcar, spit the

burners

Ate the planet, spit the murder

Funny farm rampage from writing rap for milk money

built ugly

But a couple side effects to make 'em love me

My cipher demeanor left Jesus rubbing genie bottles

'Til the following morning Colombo found a crown of

thorns in urine puddles

You're in trouble

I'm not tryin' to save the world, I'd rather watch it

die slow

So I could spit my grand "I told you so"

Are we having fun yet? Yup. Step to the carnies.

Try to win a teddy bear to impress you favorite barbie

She almost sucked you off at the company Christmas

party

But she won't accept the bear 'til Aesop signs it with

a sharpie

My ex girl bounced without payin' the cable bill

I checked myself in television rehab.

Withdrawal symptoms may include shivering, fevers,

drooling, and chronic masturbation

Now I pray to the gods of pornography and Playstation

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the Lord my soul to keep

And if I die before I wake

Give my ASR to El and bury me with my mistakes



Okay okay okay okay okay okay

Must not sleep

Must bash the bracket

Pay the rent, pay the debt

Must slash the fabric

Catch the jackrabbit

Pay the rent, pay the debt

Sleep



Bonus round

This is the hot tin roof stepper

Hold it down with centipede foundation

Mr. Greed who burns rugged obstruction in bunches

like little Jackie, paper, Puffs the Magic Dragon, and

Dutches

We don't need another hero, homie, gallop off on your

My Little One Trick Pony

Holly Hobbie Polly Pocket pretty future destiny

If the slipper fits fire up Cinderella propeller and

curtsy for the munchkins right before

Aesop Rock smashed the pumpkin

Yeah, yeah, iron on gusto rustolium bloodstream. What's

better?

When the wrist slit it leaks out only the bloodiest

bubble letters

Complete with outlines, fill-ins, dates, shading and

shout out columns

for vagrant colonies to follow in redeeming bottles

You're a little tea pot trying to eavesdrop on the

mammoth route

peekin' out from around the rose bush like

"Here is my handle, here is my spout."

Godzilla junkie used to be in love, now out for

gigapussy

Sorry to offend, but sometimes life bends in the middle

So now you have a fulcrum where there used to be a

pillar

and now I got a pulse that bumps less than a cocaine

binger

and now I got no nine to five and still labor days

flicker

and now I got a nine millimeter Q-tip with an itchy

trigger finger

See, I really don't feel your persona distortion

ordered by martyrs who martyr self for martyr's sake

Wow fame, if notoriety grew adjacent a jealous dick-

riding sentiments

I'd give you a pound like, "Greetings, Mr. President."

Now, go do your homework



Wow, this kid's going to be big, I mean, real big, I

mean... Order the sequence