"The Burgers" lyrics
Aesop Rock & Homeboy Sandman Lyrics
What do you think is in the burgers?
What do you think is in the burgers?
Mystery meats from different merchants
Cats and dogs and missing persons
What do you think is in the burgers?
Visitors from distant churches
City mice and similar vermin
All mixed in with artificial preservatives
Twerps, twisting, turning, tumbling
It's vertigo in serpent country
I circle Earth, and turn purdy fugly
Then circle back for that Keurig upkeep
Ripples in your resting juice
Forecasting chimps in heavy shoes
Belly laughing at these saplings
Telegraphing every move to these sitting ducks in silly circles
What do you think is in the burgers?
Swiss cheese and sacrificial virgins
Twisted limbs from triple murders
That's information, not a infomercial
I'm in your faces, tip your server
Wizard pipe with my wizard weed
My pole position, my Millipede
I like marching out in that dour and dicey
Whilst architecture falls down behind me
Vehicles won't stop exploding
I'm still expected with a pocket of protein
With a pocket of posies, sword and stone
And I trained my whole life for this moment
Hordes of house flies, swarms of locusts
Gore to get with, report to Stonehenge
What do you think is in the burgers?
Somebody knows, nobody talks, somebody owes
What do you think is in the burgers?
Nobody gives, someday talk so nobody wins
What do you think is in the burgers?
Somebody's up, if nobody talks then what is for lunch?
Uh
What do you think is in the burgers?
Rat poison and dish detergent
That evidence that if it surfaced
Could affect the case, may spin the verdict
What do you think is in the Gerber's?
Razor blades and other hideous kernels
Insects and fish and turtles
And viscera yet to have been determined
Oh, death, won't you spare me over?
I'm very close to that terra nova
With a boiling pot of sub-terra culture
It's extra ultra buenos noches
Scriveners with feather pens
From pretty birds like precious gems
We sketch up existential threats
Defensive ends like let's be friends
And it's tense, I thin the herd
I mean, what do you think is in the burgers?
Billionaires and Bilderbergs
Over ninety-nine billion served
Bitch, skip a turn, handshake heavy
I send y'all back into the landscape lefty
Leatherface and my Freddy sweater
I might trail your scent, the pale death be-header
I say less, feed that mess to the shredder
Press the patty add cayenne pepper
Add more, this is trial and error
Never been two burgers alike, like ever
Game night with my dice tower
My d-20, my night howlers
My night owls on fire flowers
Got one question for the higher powers, it go
What do you think is in the burgers?
Somebody knows, nobody talks, somebody owes
What do you think is in the burgers?
Nobody gives, someday talk so nobody wins
What do you think is in the burgers?
Nobody speaks, if somebody can then nobody eats
What do you think is in the burgers?
Prophets, sages, book pages
Truth in fables, labeled outrageous
Boys and girls and kids of all ages
What do you think is in the burgers?
Gucci purses, proofs of purchase
DMT, smallpox, and worse and
EMTs and docs and nurses
What do you think is in the burgers?
Peep the whispers, heed the murmurs
In a 2D prison for the visual learners
With YouTube to mp3 converters
Psyops on the bill
Free will sizzling on the grill
Get them heretics on the rack
They like word to that
I'm like on the real
What do you think is in the burgers?
Zippo lighters, freedom fighters
76ers and 49ers and junk mail from healthcare providers
What do you think is in 'em?
People wearing Jordans when the shoe don't fit 'em
White lies, both sides of Pink Floyd prism
Descendants of the slaves turned slave to the rhythm
What do you think is in the patties?
Hidden data, missing daddies
Bras and panties
It's a trip, better pack a Janny
Pakistanis
Wires and cables and routers
Greedily, they grind believers to feed to doubters
Innards over the counter
Barely know the difference between the inner and the outer
What do you think is in the burger
They serve up to the casual observer?
History meets mystery meat
Secret that's a mess you best keep that tastes mesquite
Blood and sweat 'cause you sweat the technique
And tears from the deck that knock you into next week
And pigs' feet
Enough to feed all of 125th street
What do you think?
Old tires, no iron or zinc in that pink
No riboflavin
Lead paint
Ain't no misbehavin'
Oh right, that's your favorite
Chunks of pavement
Quoth the raven
Acid, antifreeze
But forget it, don't sweat it, just add cheese
Aye
What do you think is in the burgers?
Mystery meats from different merchants
Cats and dogs and missing persons
What do you think is in the burgers?
Visitors from distant churches
City mice and similar vermin
All mixed in with artificial preservatives
Twerps, twisting, turning, tumbling
It's vertigo in serpent country
I circle Earth, and turn purdy fugly
Then circle back for that Keurig upkeep
Ripples in your resting juice
Forecasting chimps in heavy shoes
Belly laughing at these saplings
Telegraphing every move to these sitting ducks in silly circles
What do you think is in the burgers?
Swiss cheese and sacrificial virgins
Twisted limbs from triple murders
That's information, not a infomercial
I'm in your faces, tip your server
Wizard pipe with my wizard weed
My pole position, my Millipede
I like marching out in that dour and dicey
Whilst architecture falls down behind me
Vehicles won't stop exploding
I'm still expected with a pocket of protein
With a pocket of posies, sword and stone
And I trained my whole life for this moment
Hordes of house flies, swarms of locusts
Gore to get with, report to Stonehenge
What do you think is in the burgers?
Somebody knows, nobody talks, somebody owes
What do you think is in the burgers?
Nobody gives, someday talk so nobody wins
What do you think is in the burgers?
Somebody's up, if nobody talks then what is for lunch?
Uh
What do you think is in the burgers?
Rat poison and dish detergent
That evidence that if it surfaced
Could affect the case, may spin the verdict
What do you think is in the Gerber's?
Razor blades and other hideous kernels
Insects and fish and turtles
And viscera yet to have been determined
Oh, death, won't you spare me over?
I'm very close to that terra nova
With a boiling pot of sub-terra culture
It's extra ultra buenos noches
Scriveners with feather pens
From pretty birds like precious gems
We sketch up existential threats
Defensive ends like let's be friends
And it's tense, I thin the herd
I mean, what do you think is in the burgers?
Billionaires and Bilderbergs
Over ninety-nine billion served
Bitch, skip a turn, handshake heavy
I send y'all back into the landscape lefty
Leatherface and my Freddy sweater
I might trail your scent, the pale death be-header
I say less, feed that mess to the shredder
Press the patty add cayenne pepper
Add more, this is trial and error
Never been two burgers alike, like ever
Game night with my dice tower
My d-20, my night howlers
My night owls on fire flowers
Got one question for the higher powers, it go
What do you think is in the burgers?
Somebody knows, nobody talks, somebody owes
What do you think is in the burgers?
Nobody gives, someday talk so nobody wins
What do you think is in the burgers?
Nobody speaks, if somebody can then nobody eats
What do you think is in the burgers?
Prophets, sages, book pages
Truth in fables, labeled outrageous
Boys and girls and kids of all ages
What do you think is in the burgers?
Gucci purses, proofs of purchase
DMT, smallpox, and worse and
EMTs and docs and nurses
What do you think is in the burgers?
Peep the whispers, heed the murmurs
In a 2D prison for the visual learners
With YouTube to mp3 converters
Psyops on the bill
Free will sizzling on the grill
Get them heretics on the rack
They like word to that
I'm like on the real
What do you think is in the burgers?
Zippo lighters, freedom fighters
76ers and 49ers and junk mail from healthcare providers
What do you think is in 'em?
People wearing Jordans when the shoe don't fit 'em
White lies, both sides of Pink Floyd prism
Descendants of the slaves turned slave to the rhythm
What do you think is in the patties?
Hidden data, missing daddies
Bras and panties
It's a trip, better pack a Janny
Pakistanis
Wires and cables and routers
Greedily, they grind believers to feed to doubters
Innards over the counter
Barely know the difference between the inner and the outer
What do you think is in the burger
They serve up to the casual observer?
History meets mystery meat
Secret that's a mess you best keep that tastes mesquite
Blood and sweat 'cause you sweat the technique
And tears from the deck that knock you into next week
And pigs' feet
Enough to feed all of 125th street
What do you think?
Old tires, no iron or zinc in that pink
No riboflavin
Lead paint
Ain't no misbehavin'
Oh right, that's your favorite
Chunks of pavement
Quoth the raven
Acid, antifreeze
But forget it, don't sweat it, just add cheese
Aye
