Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hot Dogs, artist - Aesop Rock.
Date of issue: 31.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hot Dogs |
We’re so excited, we don’t know what to do |
Because we’re about to reenter the level above humans |
I couldn’t of had a better life than I’ve had in since 21 years |
And if it was good here, I know it is going to be good-twice as good when I get |
up there |
This isn’t a troubling circumstance, don’t take it as that-it is just a gateway, |
just a drawing |
W-What we’re doing is we’re going home |
We’re going home to those individuals who sent us here to do this task, |
and this is the happiest and joyous thing that you can… |
Alright |
Raised on dirty hot dog water and popcorn butter |
EPMD tellin' me every popstar a sucker |
Don’t let him smell the pot stickers, he’ll stick around for supper |
He’ll stick around for cheese cake, then three days, then the summer |
Where spiders eat their mothers, where rodents eat their young |
I’m not here to make sense where there is none, that’s dumb |
My attitude is ghastly, any gallant tree been going gone |
I think I’m probably a lot like dating Mola Ram, I should work on that |
The geezer not a leader I’m a loner |
Lover, believer, upholder of the under |
Just not a people person, please forgive me if I’m flustered |
I’ll save a thousand whales before your grits are even buttered |
My name is Aesop Rock, I’ve been a mess for my entire life |
All I know is fight or flight, what the fuck is a silent night? |
Who the fuck are you to tell me who the fuck you even are |
This is more than band aids over itsy-bitsy bleeding hearts |
This is GNR announcing Jesus Christ on lead guitar |
Finding Heather Hunter still inside your college VCR |
Mirror mirror on the wall, I feel like a fucking dog |
Something this depraved is not a product of a loving god |
Periwinkle Pegasus through rat-infested LEGO bricks |
Hug his mother briefly, then we’re off to see the exorcist |
I will not be checking messages |
Why, should I be? |
Special is as special does, you aren’t special just because |
Yes your mother said you was, that’s pretty much what mothers does |
Someday I might find a pluck to roam the Earth with zero strings |
Cut the tether float this feather over eastern seaboard winds, forever |
Like seaboard kings invested in the the froth and fog |
They’ll talk of his adventuring and call him things like salty dog |
He freed like a bajillion prisoners from some secret haunted bog |
Always had an L to puff, never yelled «Get off my lawn!» |
Full disclosure I don’t even have a lawn |
If I did I’d probably grow the grass until the house was gone |
Kick into the town forget the address or the house at all |
This is how performance art exacerbates an albatross |
I should maybe shake some hands |
I should turn the music down |
Have some people over without asking them to move a couch |
But, since you’re here I got this awful futon I could do without |
Should take like two seconds… |