After Aesop Rock's Gun For the Whole Family
It was six hail Mary's and a slow box cutter.
Ten kinds of patience and a little pan butter.
Amazing grace and a lazy day.
Everyone knows somebody's gonna pay.
When we kick the switch and we're no one's bitch,
licking our fingertips with a bloody lip
with a half dozen rockets in their chambers
yet to slip. The four of swords
because two weren't enough and
we know it's good to be king but
not the king of cups.
Seven on the shelf.
One in the mouth.
Eight in the pocket.
Nine going loud.
Bring it all back for the sunset
if you can.
Well, I'll be damned
for days.
It was six hail Mary's and thumbing the beads.
A slow box cutter to fill up the needs
and a reaper to cut down the God damned weeds.
Take the pilgrimage.
Amazing grace and a focused day,
we all know someone is going to pay.
When the bulls dance,
stand clear of the pit.
Lock horns, sit up straight.
Here, the steel sings.
Feel it, along your arm, straight up through the nerves.
Wrapped thick, the handle stings.
It was a golden day, it was amazing grace,
there is no one I can't reach. Pass the popcorn.
Catch and release and murder
each other's queens. Box cutter slow dance.
Deploy, deploy!
Wouldn't you agree that it is fabulous.
Where are your kanines?
