Lyrics Dirt - Tobacco feat. Aesop Rock
(It's
my
duty
to
inform
you,
That
Honey
Bunches
of
Oats
is
the
greatest
cereal
ever
created
by
man)
Into
dust
we
go
Dirt,
gum,
hair,
and
snow
Into
dust
we
go
Hair,
gum,
dirt,
and
snow
Quixote
comma
Don
Dime
by
the
squatters
dogs
Cop
out
the
shaman's
O
well
in
Bombin'
the
common
grog
Overflood
a
levy
hope
it
soaks
the
berry
roots
Reanimate
the
council
of
the
topiary
wolves
Move
em
out,
raw
hides
Stood
his
ground
like
a
two
headed
hound
with
God's
eyes
The
botiny's
alive,
and
rotten
meat
I'm
Ace
I
foot
the
fertelizer
bombs
Like
water
until
they
morning
of
the
skillful
IP
farms
The
chealthiest
canary
in
the
mind's
overdoses
With
a
cane
it's
luke
to
skeletosis
smells
like
guns
and
roses
Honestly
the
barking
biter
reek
fully
shit
Heed
to
receed
to
be
eager
to
tip
or
be
meet
with
a
spit
Are
you
the
singing
bush?
(Yep)
Spring
the
quid
and
minor
keys
Ain't
nothin
a
mechanic
on
the
linus
to
the
virus
rings
tiger
Look,
bring
your
bangers
to
brawl
And
bring
your
bangers
and
mash
home
for
all,
it's
raw
Into
dust
we
go
Hair,
gum,
dirt,
and
snow
Into
dust
we
go
Hair,
Gum,
dirt,
and
snow
Coyote
comma
Wile
E.
Fighters
never
stand
still
Chase
birds,
dodge
pianos
and
falling
anvils
Jaws
snorting
now
and
laters,
apple,
cherry,
grape
With
green
grass
roots
to
flot
the
topiary
apes
Any
weather,
the
Macy's
november
with
few
teathers
We
spotlight
to
the
city
like
a
Bambi
eye
collector
Power
Pill
Fist,
Donkey
Kong,
chess,
check
the
gesture
Pinecone
avelanche
hit
the
decker
Twenty
wolves
up,
one
down,
what
a
town
Squirrels
in
the
chimney
too
stubborn
for
puffin
out
I'm
on
a
record
(Yep)
can't
say
I
blame
the
little
bastards
Cause
tonight's
I'm
gonna
allow
pass
to
the
practice
for
the
pacifist
Four
children
pad
gather
bloody
flowers
To
sprinkle
on
the
human
analog
cadavers
after
With
no
gorilla
sign
language
break
through
for
the
moment
Just
a
pitbull
on
harry
for
the
clothes
that
no
one
owes
you,
bitch
Into
dust
we
go
Dirt,
gum,
hair,
and
snow
Into
dust
we
go
(the
fuck
am
I
on?)
Hair,
gum,
dirt,
and
snow
Kenobi
comma
Ben
Mingled
the
common
men
He
had
the
fangs
of
Gengis
Kahn,
he
had
the
heart
of
Gonga
Den
Tobacco
in
the
bleachers
bright
confetti
everywhere
(Weeee!)
To
celebrate
the
influx
of
the
topiary
bears
And
when
they
infiltrate
the
picnics
with
they
limbs
inside
the
honeycombs
They
grub
up
to
the
oyster
club
for
shadows
of
your
sunny
home
Nobody
knows
your
troubles,
your
woes
are
holy
rolling
Cause
jungles
will
discriminate
when
grosly
ever
growing
Every
blow
and
every
trolling
butter
bowing
Every
soldier,
every
lawnmower,
motorboats
with
bends
insider
their
starter
We
stock
up
on
the
99
octane
and
DDT
Like
seymour's
little
shop
in
a
moment
that
made
me
pee
God
damn,
garden
clubs
are
parkered
up
to
share
spare
parts
It
sucks
for
John
Deere's
and
armored
trucks
Hard
enough's
for
what
you
put
the
panic
buttons
for
This
is
not
your
parent's
bio-organic
war!
No
No,
no,
no
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1 Street Trash
2 Truck Sweat
3 Hairy Candy
4 Hawker Boat
5 Side 8 (Big Gums version)
6 Yum Yum Cult
7 Berries That Burn
8 Get My Nails Did
9 Dirt
10 Gross Magik
11 Little Pink Riding Hood
12 Backwoods Altar
13 Tape Eater
14 Pink Goo
15 Grease Wizard
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