Hot Dogs - Aesop Rock

We’re so excited, we don’t know what to do

Because we’re about to reenter the level above humans

I couldn’t of had a better life than I’ve had in since 21 years

And if it was good here, I know it is going to be good-twice as good when I get

up there

This isn’t a troubling circumstance, don’t take it as that-it is just a gateway,

just a drawing

W-What we’re doing is we’re going home

We’re going home to those individuals who sent us here to do this task,

and this is the happiest and joyous thing that you can…

Alright

Raised on dirty hot dog water and popcorn butter

EPMD tellin' me every popstar a sucker

Don’t let him smell the pot stickers, he’ll stick around for supper

He’ll stick around for cheese cake, then three days, then the summer

Where spiders eat their mothers, where rodents eat their young

I’m not here to make sense where there is none, that’s dumb

My attitude is ghastly, any gallant tree been going gone

I think I’m probably a lot like dating Mola Ram, I should work on that

The geezer not a leader I’m a loner

Lover, believer, upholder of the under

Just not a people person, please forgive me if I’m flustered

I’ll save a thousand whales before your grits are even buttered

My name is Aesop Rock, I’ve been a mess for my entire life

All I know is fight or flight, what the fuck is a silent night?

Who the fuck are you to tell me who the fuck you even are

This is more than band aids over itsy-bitsy bleeding hearts

This is GNR announcing Jesus Christ on lead guitar

Finding Heather Hunter still inside your college VCR

Mirror mirror on the wall, I feel like a fucking dog

Something this depraved is not a product of a loving god

Periwinkle Pegasus through rat-infested LEGO bricks

Hug his mother briefly, then we’re off to see the exorcist

I will not be checking messages

Why, should I be?

Special is as special does, you aren’t special just because

Yes your mother said you was, that’s pretty much what mothers does

Someday I might find a pluck to roam the Earth with zero strings

Cut the tether float this feather over eastern seaboard winds, forever

Like seaboard kings invested in the the froth and fog

They’ll talk of his adventuring and call him things like salty dog

He freed like a bajillion prisoners from some secret haunted bog

Always had an L to puff, never yelled «Get off my lawn!»

Full disclosure I don’t even have a lawn

If I did I’d probably grow the grass until the house was gone

Kick into the town forget the address or the house at all

This is how performance art exacerbates an albatross

I should maybe shake some hands

I should turn the music down

Have some people over without asking them to move a couch

But, since you’re here I got this awful futon I could do without

Should take like two seconds…