Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blood Sandwich, artist - Aesop Rock. Album song The Impossible Kid, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.04.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Blood Sandwich |
Yup |
Steps up to the plate |
Little brother, little league |
'87 he was 8 |
Rookie season for the skinny slugger |
Newly out of tee-ball |
Pit against a pitcher with a ripper you could eat off |
Churched then a grump alones runner third first |
Granny yelling «Go Cubs!», nose in her word search |
See MILFs like apes on a monolithic bleacher, and are advocating war and peace |
in lieu of sport and leisure |
«Hi Peggy» |
I was 10, chewing on a sweet tart |
Little brother, left-field, Queen’s guard |
Mean arm, knees bent |
2-out, 2 on bags |
When I caught him staring down at something moving through the grass |
Hold up |
Tagged runner, and the whole cast rotate |
Not before he could identify the culprit |
Granny yelling, «Go Cubs!» |
Graham yelling, «Gopher!» |
New left-fielder give a fuck about a homer |
Got a homie, little rodent, head and shoulders at a supple |
No baseball in the bubble |
Ruh-roh |
Parents thought it adorable |
The players followed suit |
Inning crawling to a close |
Head coach not amused |
Coach seeing red |
Coach on the diamond dragging 27 inches of aluminium behind him |
When he transverse 3rd, the families turn nervous |
The following is a transcript of man vs vermin |
Here we go |
Man stands out by a hole |
Pest pops up to patrol |
Man plays live whack-a-mole |
In a scene that would try every child as adult |
Woah |
Pallbearer with a ball mitt |
Thrown over the fence |
Coach at the bench |
Both teams lose |
«Good game. |
Good game» |
Granny yelling «Go Cubs!», Cubs ain’t playing |
My little brother is a funny dude |
A lot of funny shit happened to him |
My other brother pretty funny too |
Ain’t seen him in a minute though |
Just in case of rough waters, I wanna put one up for my brothers |
Just in case of rough waters, I wanna put one up for my brothers |
Yup |
Not a part of the machine |
Big brother, big idea, 9−0, 16 |
Neubaten tee, plaid flannel laden adolescent art kid |
Tony Hawk hair, Skinny Puppy denim |
And a record player vomiting Alien Sex Fiend |
Peel sessions in a Christian home for field testing |
It’s real youth in the palm of your hand |
When your Mom thinks Satan is involved in a band |
We were buried in the village voice |
Checking who was playing where |
Pulled his head up out the paper, pushing out a single tear |
Five words, like a beacon of light in the mist |
«Ministry live at the Ritz» |
It was Christ has risen to Chris |
3 loves, 2 fish |
Miracle of mechanized loops on 2-inch |
Coming to a theatre he would be there in the flesh |
Moms didn’t say «No,"but she didn’t say «Yes» |
Copped tickets, ha the plot thickens |
Countdown to ultimate concert experience |
Moms still worrying |
«Why are they called Ministry? |
Are they a cult?» |
Maybe she could probably investigate |
Bought a mag with an Al Jourgensen interview |
Read a couple sentences, glanced at a pic or two or three |
That’s all, no fair trial |
Simply, «You will not be going to the show and that’s final!» |
What occurred next were the top of the lungs of a son who unjustly had lost |
what he’d loved |
In a moment that would transcend anger to high-arts |
Said, «This is something I am willing to die for!» |
Can you even imagine a death in the fam from industrial fandom? |
Anyway, no body count no concert and Chris kicked rocks in his mismatched |
converse |
My older brother is a funny dude |
A lot of funny shit happened to him |
We hadn’t spoken in a couple moons |
I called him last night |
«How you doing?» |
Just in case of rough waters, I wanna put one up for my brothers |
Just in case of rough waters, I wanna put one up for my brothers |
Just in case of rough waters, I wanna put one up for my brothers |