Big Bang

Well, so we meet again (He said he's grown spiritually since the last TIME)

OK. This is the dawning of the book of bitter aspects

Where the jackals sit and watch the pedagogues clash flesh.

Poison function accompanied by six armor-clad

Black horse and buggy mechanisms

Tugged a portion of my severed vision.

The gathering of loose ends in a bucket

Wit a shoestring budget.

Every man's got a field to plow. (I know that now)

But it's like, man,

I really can't afford the oxen,

Fee fie et cetera

I smell the warm blood of the bill collector knocking.

I get awkwardly sturdy with a frigid liquid backbone.

I get swept in the pressure cooker tryin to paddle back home.

I get sprung with a vibrant alliance of clean intention

By eclipsing doom litigants hatched to bash these picket fences.

Now I'll attend the wedding of the open sore and festering.

And when the groom presents the ring,

The bride commenced the blistering.

It's textbook magnificently crude.

Prototype king beserker module inserted vertical thirst, burst horizontal.

Treasure.

Loose cannons span the starboard bow of

The clipper ship dipped in truth famine pressure.

Cabin fever meter peggin' ludicrous,

Beautiful cartoon troopers swallow brutal futility

With a teaspoon full of sugar.

I rock ready, aim, fire; while y'all rock ready, fire, aim.

Then blame the stationary target while the prey escapes the frame.

Merit badge marksman or poacher?

It's all the same,

So I lay across the wood perpendicular to the grain. [Chorus] *rapped in doubletime*

I wanna be a big bang, gotta be.

Never bottle me up in a probably,

I wanna see a '

Yes sir,' sir.

Yes sir! Thorn with a torn core, sore to the bone;

Warn the other brothers

I was born forlorn.

Big bang.

Shoveling a big dig, huddle in a tunnel of big dreams,

I think big things.

I'ma burn with this little light of mine and a prime concern to earn thanks.

I'ma be a big bang. *repeat*

I'm just a survivor of the wooly mammoth population

Bottle neck effect, sorta born def.

Alien to shallow alchemy.

If you gon' metamorph the base metal to precious.

Might as well steal from the rich, bewitch the peasants.

I'm floating this homing pigeon out hell's kitchen window.

Left an S.

O.S. infested bottle nestled in his grip so

With a prayer circle release party and hearty wild bellow

I observed him fly ten feet then drop the bottles to the devils.

Fertile circle turned fertile crescent via bad investment.

Despised every second, but

I guess I learned my lesson.

If I made an angel in the snow for every rotting victim

There'd be wings to float this mothership up out the goblin system.

Sticky panoramic contaminant planted

In conjunction with phantom assumption

Gutterbug alumnus candidates.

Well, I promise you

I'LL man the lighthouse

Just to help guide in your ship

If you promise to help pull this hook out my lip (bitch)

Godspeed, straight-jacketed ragged approach

To circle suns via folklore pollutants derived strictly

From a B.C. generation disgust

Community movement alluding to a "No blood given, no recognition"

Life manner.

I was us up all night with a rusty hammer

Trying to build a fence around these magic beans my dreams have gathered,

But to that certain lack of avail,

I sail a choppy lot with buoyancy like a bucket of rocks (a bucket of rocks)

Chorus 2x [Aesop Rock]

Big bang, bi-big bang

It's gettin bigger by the second

Check it O

K. I'm here to rock the tugboat and bid the elders farewell.

I shook the buddy system wisdom 'til the similairs repel.

I sell a barrel of spirit to dummy dimwits syndicate jackals.

I'm broken arrow to the fuckin bone. (broken poem)

I don't really believe in

God, But God,

I'm scared to death of

God! I swear to

God, I never meant to spill the beans

Nor tear the pod,

But it's like...

I hike an acre unimpressed

And slept on the sabre's edge

Enough times to splice anti-

Christ's favorite pledge.

I wanna know myself.

Sorta solo sheep amidst wolves,

And still my shepherd can't administer the proper push and pulls.

I push the ghouls to man overboard,

Pull the bulls onto my sword

And buckle down in the corner chair of the round table floored.

Got an angel on my left shoulder, a devil on the polar.

Got a mug a frigid, got a mug a solar, slide over.

The recipe's designed to plug the appetite for continuity

By stitching togetherness theme congruents beautifully.

I peel back hearts and lodge greed physics in the chambers.

Courderize the wound and heads like "Gimme gimme something major."

Road side prophetic, ascend well enveloped in a mummy ribbon system

Blistering in the wishing well.

BIG BANG!

THIS SONG

IS AWESOME.