Bug Zapper Aesop Rock

[Verse 1]
The first step is a doozy, it’s roulette with a mood ring
The birth of an old slang, the death of a new speak
A permanent post-game is littered with bridge trolls
Skirting the copay, divvy the death toll
Innumerable codenames, alerted and mobile
Familiar rising, a furnace and coal pile
Resilient style kings, impossibly tantrum
Wandering wild things, opera-less phantoms
On linoleum or lava, leaders of a lead-foot fauna
His left source blunt force trauma
Not a pillar of the commune, a splinter off the pagan
Who wrote on the elusiveness of truth and exultation
From the point of view of students labeled putrid little aphids
By the beautiful and cryogenic stasis: sadists Meanwhile, makers of a hideous whatnot
Committed to a lowdown Sisyphus up-rock
Are shaving at a truck stop, aging exponentially
Homie, no myth, flowers grow where he piss
And I still row boats outta bottles without abandon
To shrink into the sunset bumping Pachelbel's Canon
In D, motherfucker! The author of the artistry
May or may not be weeping to an automated pharmacy—

"Hello. Hello? Shit!"

[Hook]
Too geeked up to even keep it down
Too peaced out to even be around
Too beat up to even breathe it out
(Too freaked out to even leave your house)
(Too-too freaked out to even leave your house)
(Too-too freaked out to even leave your house)
(Too-too freaked out to even leave your house)
(Too-too freaked out to even leave your house)