Kill The Messenger chords by Aesop Rock

SimplifiedEm · Am · Eaug · Bbaug · B

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Verse 1
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Hey stupid, you're listening to Bazooka tooth,
dental cannons, molar pistols; s*** like that.
This is Murs, motherf***er, this is Aesop Rock,
Ace Rizzle.
Ya know what I'm saying?
Check it out, like, Living Legends, Def Jux, if you don't know,
now you're informed.
Be better prepared for the next time this type
of s*** goes down.
'Cause when it's happening and you're unaware you look like
a complete a**hole.
(Fastest motherf***er touching down
on kick drums)?
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Em 
Every leader dead and its  making you up  set.

Verse 2
La
da de dah da da,
La da de da da da dow dom
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Set, set, set
Every hero dead and it
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s making you forget.
Em 
Get, get, get.
La da de dah da da, La da
de da da da dow dom.

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Verse 3
Em 
I'm in and out a pig channel
serrated by hand feeders.
Eaug 
Army of vicious kidney patrol
Em 
yam peelers.
They sleep in barns and whisper looney
conspiracy secrets.
Increasing payroll to end is blind,
Eaug 
Em 
while  A- W- O- L went the leaders.
The only mammal officially
banned from food chain
Am 
For finishing for over twenty- five consec
Eaug 
Em 
utive  years on top is aggravating,
Alarmingly, the pulse don't bump right,
And he's up nights bumping
over crunk and bug bites.
Who luck like this evening. Stay electric mud
blood jockey in for the footing.
My last supper starts with a vinaigrette
over pickled muppet hearts
While sheep tucked deep
in the wood chipper.
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For the shepherd was a milk
carton in scissors.
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Clammy hands make     henna run on risky
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Jenga tugs. They're all sweating,
Hell I'm sweatin' too,
just ain't nobody sweatin' you!
(Holmes!)
The muck went abacus on labor persperator official
biz when auditioning demos by which to live.
No whammies, stop.
Triple six game never chose me.
Trickery gets hokey.
Pick up stix and ponies.
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Em 
You've got mail champ: blow
me.
Just a trooper with a question
mark machine needy
pointed at the heavens like bee gee on some
"where the hells my freebie?"
To clamp war stupid.
No land lords or super.
No hands.
Water no ice cubes Rubik, no plans.
No motor movement no dance,
no pyrotechnics to enhance.
No chance
Too many grown men calling
in sick over cramps
I weigh in heavy on the jaded bitter
subtracting the frontal gimmick
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I want to solve world hun
Em 
ger and f*** a pinup
I want to find a twenty- first century carbon
crutch worthy of pedestal placement

Verse 4
And s***ty path walking to touch.
Em 
(Fastest motherf***er touching
down on kick drums)?
Am 
Bbaug 
Em 
Every leader dead and its making you up  set.

Verse 5
La da de dah da da,
Eaug 
Em 
La da de da da da dow dom
Set, set, set
Every hero dead and it
Eaug 
s making you forget.
Em 
Get, get, get.
La da de dah da da,

Verse 6
La da de da da da dow dom.
Em 
Ain't no time to sit and lift stones
So it's left to the dogs to find
their way home
And you grew up in a similar
generation alone
With fist full of humanoid
models along the road
With a frank? In your ancient
F*** if I can find a flesh and bone tour
guide to etch me through the makeshift
Every little footprints dated
and ancient
Now I'ma step through this
motherf***er impatient

Verse 7

For the first time in a

long line of dog fights

Outro 1
Little La**ie will not be returning home tonight
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