Gun For The Whole Family Lyrics - None Shall Pass - Aesop Rock

GUN FOR THE 

WHOLE FAMILY 

- a.r. - before shooting troops was cooler than hula hoops high noon was 

your basic whoʼs who of brutal truth, hot summer gun or box-cutter slow 

dance, turn a youngʼn to a dozen paper dolls holding hands, and tricky 

was a wooden horse pushed up on your porch so chicanery was yours to 

engage or ignore, i was on the latter but a lot adopt pawns, so we carried 

lawn chairs and buckets of popcorn, pass the popcorn, brawl fair, cop car, 

voyeur hawk him out his hinges, storm door splinters, clamoring about, 

hammers out about to ring, infiltrate each others tribes and murder each 

others queens, packed to the very last rafter, clung to the rafts and the 

cameras to capture the damage, neck swivel with a chomp chomp volley 

where the ants leave nothing but the bones and the car keys, pardon if his 

two feet fester, it was rude of me people, meet left and lefter, planted like 

a model of civility and honor for the sector, but never got his extra extra, 

peace for the better but it wasnʼt entertaining, so they waited for the tazing 

from the safety of his haven, like bees to the honey when they lumped you 

up, cuz bumper cars are only funny when they bump. know that. 

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- el-p - tune to hellemundo for action packed blasphemy, big city translate your face 

ʻtil it atrophies, i let the shadenfrued boy out actually, deployed to void with grin to 

watch laughingly, (yeah bitch) pass the pʼs itʼs a laugh in, i can smell the tragedy 

when hatchinʼ, happily dispassionately patched in, alive with the menace of demise 

like "yes!" the pain dazzles men, pass the popcorn, pass the popcorn itʼs reality at 

its fastest, and yet it still unravels at a pace like molasses, i guess the last of the 

seconds before the worst of disasters stretch past us, wouldnʼt you agree that it is 

fabulous? in the corridors of entropies wars contort drastically tilted fits, i adjust 

to climates of the wilderness, walk along my spine take the pilgrimage, up in to the 

section thatʼs reserved for the smirk of the coldest wintnesess, work you mother- 

fuckers (hooray!), thereʼs all day to die, innovate the mayhem with grace, the good- 

form-fall, fuck if iʼm ʻa warn yʼall, nah... i got the front row to the greatest entertain- 

ment that an angel never saw, sixty thousand watts of that raw "pull the claw out of 

the trunk" fun, each one teach one how to club one, look at how they bathe up in 

the dove blood, itʼs gonna be a night of thrills and chills where the sacred is made 

of mud mud. 

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- a.r. - it was a lazy day, it was amazing grace, it was a half-a- 

dozen claymores daisy-chained, it wasnʼt daisies and crazy 

eights, it was an ace of spades over a waiting game of slaves 

and saints, and every trainee face-painted while his great 

escape grazed and ate, heʼll never make it, when he aims he 

shakes, and i was overly engrossed from a very locked door 

with a couple milk duds and buckets of popcorn, pass the 

popcorn, clap clap, encore, monkey in the middle study how 

the bunker took the missiles, age of machines with nary a green 

screen, so the hecatomb is every bit as cutty as it seems, i 

could tell the pet from the vet, money where his canineʼs spread 

and never welched on a bet, that said, know the over-under 

on your local hunter and youʼll profit off his widow-makerʼs 

numbers every summer, bump in the night, funny, will he catch 

and release ʻem? has he mercy, will he hack em to pieces? is he 

dirty, will he hassle policeman and security breach until impuri- 

ties leak over the circuitry? and nada milk and honey there is 

only skulls and bunnies, that hop around drunk in the land of a 

hundred mondays, god damn, pop the redenbacher proper and 

for christʼs sake get this man a doctor.