Grace Aesop Rock

[Intro]
I can't do it
Do it
Do it
Do-do it

[Verse 1]
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 proportion redefined
Rectangle seat 4, squeeze 5
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

[Hook 1]
(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"