Aesop Rock - Fryerstarter Lyrics




Let me put you up on Bob's donuts
Controller of the warm deep fryer that charms cobras
Mostly it was aggravated ulcers over goat's legs
Will they go for maple, custard, buttermilk or wolfs bane?
Hm, late after your cinderella pulsate and crash I was rotating casts
Picture if you will a witching hour on week night in the trenches
Where paranoia dead-ends in a bright florescent heaven
With sprinkles
I know right yum
Whether tummy ache or fever
Keep the funnel cake I'm honey glaze in vitro
In the company of similar believers
Sleepless, who hear the walls breath and foam at the facial features
Now the yeast, a phoenix in the partially hydrogenated
Equal parts flower, faith, healing
Might replace your previously nominated jesus
But only if you privy to the following secret of all secrets

Shh, every night at 12 they would march out from the back
With a tray of raw dough for the pool of hot fat
Show up around 1 never get your god back
If you're just tuning in, walk into the light

I boil oil too, not for scarfing
For CCs of japanese innovation that screech into free parking
Purple heart and 2nd chin that beseech him to squeeze the carbs into the motherboard
You can chew the eucharist in cruller form
Locally a seedy danish underworld is bustling where jelly's not a celebrated it's a puppet string
Pluck, nose for canola
5 cow stomachs like a mime with a rope going nowhere
Fast, right hand of god on my shoulder, crows feet swollen, dopey
Combing apple fritters over with folk of opposing cultures
Baby sitter cop thief reverend, body glitter, botched c-section, bronze teeth
Each progressively more sequestered
Yet if threatened will defend the rasin bread as codefendants
Some lose religion or view it as superstition
You can tell a friend if you are down to kill them

Shh, every night at 12 they would march out from the back
With a tray of raw dough for the pool of hot fat
Show up around 1 never get your god back
If you're just tuning in, walk into the light

The fat boys are back, foam fingers over open arms
To feverishly reclaim their stomachs from golden jars
And stagger through the pulse of the gulch on a builder's dividends
Hiding high behind his guilty powdered-sugar fingerprints
Seething eventide fever, sidewalk feeling a little dicey
I'm snake-eye straight to the cakes icing
Might, fortune-teller up your favorite paper tiger stripe
Great, grace invaders, the first-name basis patron haters
Who compromise the pilot lights and flavors
Silent night, holy night, invite the pious out the pagan
Midnight kitchen doors un-caging the enablers like butchers in bloody aprons
Can I get a fucking amen?
AMEN, hazelnut raiders of the lost, navigate consecutive pastries like stations of the cross
No name no dayjob
Know the folk where it virgin mary toast by the loaf
Thanks bob

Shh, every night at 12 they would march out from the back
With a tray of raw dough for the pool of hot fat
Show up around 1 never get your god back
If you're just tuning in, walk into the light





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Aesop Rock Fryerstarter Comments
  1. ValhallaBeckons

    I'm on another Aes' trip. Goddamn, does this man have a way with words. Also I'm suddenly craving Krispy Kreme, for some reason.

  2. Quin McFly

    I was really out here thinking that he was using a donut shop as a metaphor for something else

  3. Strictly Mobile Automotive

    Forrealz my favorite
    Sop rock done splained what life is really like in gritty city if you don't know never will
    Like if you voted for a dry county shoulda shot yourself when your foot was in your mouth

  4. eyeoftheshiticane1 tpb

    Let me put you up on Bob's donuts
    Controller of the warm deep fryer that charms cobras
    Mostly it was aggravated ulcers over goat's legs
    Will they go for maple, custard, buttermilk or wolfs bane?
    Hm, late after your cinderella pulsate and crash I was rotating casts
    Picture if you will a witching hour on week night in the trenches
    Where paranoia dead-ends in a bright florescent heaven
    With sprinkles
    I know right yum
    Whether tummy ache or fever
    Keep the funnel cake I'm honey glaze in vitro
    In the company of similar believers
    Sleepless, who hear the walls breath and foam at the facial features
    Now the yeast, a phoenix in the partially hydrogenated
    Equal parts flower, faith, healing
    Might replace your previously nominated jesus
    But only if you privy to the following secret of all secrets

    Shh, every night at 12 they would march out from the back
    With a tray of raw dough for the pool of hot fat
    Show up around 1 never get your god back
    If you're just tuning in, walk into the light

    I boil oil too, not for scarfing
    For CCs of japanese innovation that screech into free parking
    Purple heart and 2nd chin that beseech him to squeeze the carbs into the motherboard
    You can chew the eucharist in cruller form
    Locally a seedy danish underworld is bustling where jelly's not a celebrated it's a puppet string
    Pluck, nose for canola
    5 cow stomachs like a mime with a rope going nowhere
    Fast, right hand of god on my shoulder, crows feet swollen, dopey
    Combing apple fritters over with folk of opposing cultures
    Baby sitter cop thief reverend, body glitter, botched c-section, bronze teeth
    Each progressively more sequestered
    Yet if threatened will defend the rasin bread as codefendants
    Some lose religion or view it as superstition
    You can tell a friend ifyou are down to kill them

    Shh, every night at 12 they would march out from the back
    With a tray of raw dough for the pool of hot fat
    Show up around 1 never get your god back
    If you're just tuning in, walk into the light

    The fat boys are back, foam fingers over open arms
    To feverishly reclaim their stomachs from golden jars
    And stagger through the pulse ofthe gulch on a builder's dividends
    Hiding high behind his guilty powdered-sugar fingerprints
    Seething eventide fever, sidewalk feeling a little dicey
    I'm snake-eye straight to the cakes icing
    Might, fortune-teller up your favorite paper tiger stripe
    Great, grace invaders, the first-name basis patron haters
    Who compromise the pilot lights and flavors
    Silent night, holy night, invite the pious out the pagan
    Midnight kitchen doors un-caging the enablers like butchers in bloody aprons
    Can I get a fucking amen?
    AMEN, hazelnut raiders of the lost, 
    navigate consecutive pastries like stations of the cross
    No name no dayjob
    Know the folk where it virgin mary toast by the loaf
    Thanks bob

    Shh, every night at 12 they would march out from the back
    With a tray of raw dough for the pool of hot fat
    Show up around 1 never get your god back
    If you're just tuning in, walk into the light

    Viv B

    Thank you!

  5. Bradley Goo

    There is a very evil plot going on

    LittleCthulhu

    Bradley Goo it's literally about donuts

    Moe Salamander

    Yeah I like how Aesop can make some of the most mundane topics and make it sound like it’s some government conspiracy scene in an action movie

  6. Nigel Bingham

    Its not just about donuts...its about god too...

    oAz

    the donut god

    LittleCthulhu

    He doesn't- he's an atheist

  7. Graham Entwistle

    Sample: Pierre Moerlen's Gong - "Ard Na Greine" , maybe?

    Bradley Goo

    It's the matrix

    Billy Mays

    @Bradley Goo yep

  8. Culture Goblin

    You know someone got skill when they can rap bout a donut shop and it sounds like it's the realest shit on the Earth

    Norbicsek

    Implying donuts aren't the realest shit on Earth.

    Sernefarian Senfar

    @Norbicsek Donuts are definitely real, and the human body turns them as real as shit.

  9. casey t

    so uhh I just realized one of my favorite songs is about donuts...

    MrEpic7203

    casey t Why aren't you celebrating, then?

  10. TrueNorth StreetVision

    but only if you privy to the filing of serets of all secrets............

    I-Love-CO Mountains

    (Aesop actually says "--to the following secret of all secrets")






    (srry)

  11. Gene Jost

    Underrated album

    Henry K

    +Gene Jost Couldn't agree more

  12. Antwerp Cv

    Managed to escape bobs property with a grip of help. Unexplained ailments, a mean mug and a disposition that sais fuck with me. Love you. Ain.

    Henry K

    +Antwerp Cv Mean mug?? homeboy sandman??

  13. Russell Co

    you got that right

  14. Jr Perez

    bangin track