Freeze lyrics

Artist  : Aesop Rock 
Song : Freeze



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It goes welcome the pop off, some pop soft. We
bang b-bang b-bang bang out loud. Ready on the
left with a face full of death. We slanged out
fang mouth bang out now.



This is a never dug disco, Zoo York tycoon,
memorandum bonanza banter clamp crunk out the
fish bowl. Gorgeous how struggling gills wriggle
out water, ain't it? Same scape as the walls
crawling with paranoia's plaintiffs. The
robo-komodo promo Zen patience a-alike to this
jittery drooling mess. Bitterly unruly on mud
hugger alert, he usher dirt to the kick circus.
Deflected labor ethic questions peeled at the
field workers. Is it raw? Please... does a priest
need a ten-foot pole to baptize little Linus minus
the lap ride and tease? Evolution is a leader
depleter, seeker needy sheep idol feeder beware,
once complete you might not want to be there.
Dead straw to gold bar spin fiber. Lost and fond
in a smitten kitten's incisors. They Aphrodite
all over the burgle of a purple heart
compartment. Marched a burgundy carpet alarmed
and far to parched to bark it. Lil' Abner. A real
firecracker. Grows to throw 'bows with vehicular
hijackers. To eavesdrop plots cops hired a wire
tapper. That's a whipper snapper trapped beneath
my grip on the fire ladder. Took drums over to
deril' to once over the line tones. Punch toothy
ticks 'til they find homes like three ruby
clicks. The roof is on fire where snoopy sits
right now. You should have shot yourself in the
foot when it was in your mouth.



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Thieves in the strobe deep freeze your pose. For
the disease that grows underneath your toes holds
up a reason y'alls gold never seems to glow. Now
we can all breath slow once the fiend's exposed.
It goes heave ho. You never got the grit right.
Bark fame but you never put the grit down. Hawk
styles but you never got the grit right. Put the
grit down. Grit right. Get down.



This is a never dug disco defamation of dog and
pony grappled out chincey, chipping Leo Da Vinci
phonies pushing kill of hill bloated. Nobody got
you. While biggest brother's watching bigger
brother watching big brother watch you. Nothing
says circus fun quite like nuclear holocaust over
breakfast on the terrace. Hash browns and peril.
Old ironsides or good ship lolli-popper, Davy
Jones still got a locker, ak, the opera's more
than docs and soccer moms. Now before you kick
your feet up, I married and divorced mother
nature after sweet-talking that old hag out of a
pre-nup. This information's neither braggadocio
nor secret, just know as of now the world is
technically not yours, peanut. It's a day in the
life of the carnie dog-faced boy escapist. Living
large, watching Springer, smoking beedies wrapped
in bacon. At night his get busy disease leakage
peaketh. Merk the he say/she say, BK Jesus turn
peg legs to Adidas on the down stroke. And they
like 'what's up with the name?' I tell'em y'all
made Bazooka Tooth I's about to ask the same. But
before you curfew the city and shut down every
block, I'd like to say I still Aesop the fuck out
of the Rock



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This is a never dug disco. Spread feelers. Tonka
zonk Gepetto bred beezers. Jeepers, gee wilikers,
goshes galoshes, Christ, god almighty. They tore
his limbs off kilter, still the hostage moshes
slightly. Hung off the balcony by the skin off
his doctor's psyche. He hopes it holds but knows
the locusts kamikaze nightly. He woke, corroded
buggy facial, insect chopper biting. He's only
bones by the time the ungodly body's sighted. He
saw the puddle, full color hideous monster
Viking. He used to survey if the vermin dined on
others like him. He found the fucks indigenous to
him and awfully feisty. He grew old awkward grinch
and settled into bonkers nicely. I alert vital
spider works to cultivate grit, ship the bulk
rate shit. Herbie the love bug drugs pulsate
whips. Tie in spite for commoner idiocy and good
old-fashioned biblical plague. We move units off
your pagan escapade. And it's pits to the peg
legged. Megas eclipse cripples so that pimp
limp's wheel chair basketball when 15 minutes
fizzles. Your flimsy frame marks hip-hop's second
most tragic event and will 'til Jam Master Jay's
resurrection and second death.



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