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Numb (to the Guns)

(News Reporter)

atop the news this evening *static*

this just in *static*thanks, bob. (helicopter sounds, gunshots in background) due to extreme technology advancements, I'm able to report to you live here, from what military officials are calling a 'hot zone.' As you can see and hear, I'm right in the middle of the battlefield. Our pentagon regulations asked us that we are, uhh, to stay towards the, uhh, back of the unit. But let me see if I can bring us a little closer so you can see exactly what's going on....*explosion*(Aesop Rock)(Verse 1)

What'd I miss?

900 cc's of the raw in one fist

the bum's dumb blitzed

order in the court where the mortars jump bricks

everybody, lung on the table, this point/counterpoint

Aesop has the murkiest, yet he numb out the prowler oint (uh)

and after bubblegummy sink into the sofa

clicker the pilot his broadcasted choice of cobra (hissssss)

the venom remains the same game of stale toxins

camo'd with the now ornamental satellite options

whatever's good i got this grave half dug (true)

With Yanni coverin 'Cats' to make the pain worse than it was (nooo)

playin marbles (playin marbles) hit by a bus (hit by a bus)

death is sweet (death is sweet) hell sucks (sucker)

Damien probably wishin I'd donate a f--k

this s--t's chiller than any conversation I've had in months

the iron fang drew 'em all loopy (real loopy)

so when he extended a hand the planets plutos(?) went snoopy

and perfect syncopated burnt to crispy critters

like synchronized swimmers in boric rivers

mmmm, poor so critters

lick chopped chicken, who dares lick a shot at pigeons?

why I oughta (Vast get em!)

he surfs city circuits for the power and the glory

to the cowards in the quarry, you will always blink before me

its Doc Roc full effect, campfire stories

like I threw ya mama from the train for tryin to front on 'Porkies'

He finds the garbage more inspiring than the good stuff (right)

his ink sleeps while the military look tough

look, im sorry, crooked priority list

but mr. USA up all night's blackened heart already skips

I'm 'bout to crash this bitch to hibernate

tell Wolf Blitzer holler at his boy when he hosts Blind Date

it goes spit on CNN and force the war back thru the cable box

gremlins(?) are like stage props aimed at latest names dropped

so now we ignorant, right? (right?)

no (no) we just accepts the inevitable apocalyptic syllabus

sing along, Zook-a-dize chemical poison, then watch him bring it on

dag nabbit, that cat's bastard

I dead opinions and swap it out for the urges

of a serpent tryin to stuff it in the jam before the curtains(Chorus)

He's numb to the guns (right) thanks to the tank cam

glued to the box like the opposites'll shake hands (no)

enough Hell for the world's hand baskets

enough Cell's for the world's hand captured (come on)

numb to the guns (riiiight) now he touch buttons that'll re-route imagery

yes doggie, recognize the history

yes doggie, recognize the misery (right)

switch for element of surprise and demise(Verse 2)

From m-16's to disco in hula-hoops

murder the fads before the fads murder you and yours

me and mine find T&A on TNT

Pleasing to the iris more than TNT on DNA (oh)

morbid but important (right?) I know, STOP

Mork porked Mindy in this episode, WATCH

P-O-W-B buzz over the rumbling cannons and lest amateurs, bystander analyst

went thru the 'holy f--kin' s--t, I'm gonna die' phase

now it's 'well, I'm gonna die, lets get this barn's sides raised'

so when they ask 'whats your opinion on the war?'

I tell 'em 'war sucks donkey dick. what's the Knicks' score?'

maybe it's his allergies to horns and pitchforks (umm, umm)

dusk muskrat (uhmm) elephant tusk jab (uhmm)

elegant bloodbath leggin it, egg 'em on

television preg-a-nant and medicine is born

Get a mean doubt community duel glazed over blank, white sockets

lookin for a heavy seven richter to shiver the crocs right up out they options

novacaine, bloodwork spooned thru the loch ness

hostage, no shame, suck the fear out his muck

so when the nozzles hit his nostrils

he don't give a f--k

after all, its just like on t.v. around the clock

the thorns are real the anger management is not(Chorus)

He's numb to the guns (right) thanks to the tank cam

glued to the box like the opposites'll shake hands (put 'em up!)

enough Hell for the world's hand baskets

enough cells for the world's hand captured (come on)

numb to the guns (riiiight) now he touch buttons that'll re-route imagery

yes doggie, recognize the history

yes doggie, recognize the misery

switch for element of surprise and demise (come on)It's like that....yea we don't watch, uhh, we don't watch the war, we watch f--kin...f--kin bikini car wash...s--t's more amusing to me these days...sorry if that makes me an ASSH--E

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