The title track for 'Double the Body - Part II: Spawned By Wizard
lyrics
Banjohmin
Double the body, dub dub the body, Richard Dawkins probably worships Darwin’s Godly girth, his penis is worth two in the bush, sex reflection he’s doing the dirty, his anus is thirsty for richard’s cock, not Dawkins’ but dat kiwi flavoured blood clot, devoured like semen, salty bloody grotto, bloody bozo with a fetish for twinkle toes (the nose knows), pharaohs moan they now own mummified man glands, that’s worth as much to their seed as summerfied badlands, we do this liek bad mans, reproduce through futuristic plan b scams, make ham sandwiches for bad bitches, like bestiality is the way the future plays, naked twist with fatalities, torn tees and nude, and pygmies that still spread seed, please, step in John, jizzing all over these listening throngs (that’s none)
John
Double the body fucking double that body
Where am I again? My body's full of fluid
Someone drain me
Someone drain me
Someone drain me
Someone drain me
Diddling my children and fiddling the wee ones
Where are my sons? Oh wait I don't got none
I have no idea who I am and no idea where I am
But I got the cocaine and it's all I need
I got cocaine and it's all I need
Chorus
Tomorrow I'll write this song
When I can't stop singing along
Let's double that body and all fucking sing along
Big Town Wizard King
I am fully sentient with a rusted pulley engine, and I came out of the past, into the dark with a plan to entrench ascension
I'm surveying the grass, earth and drenching all of the paths with a thirsted correction faster than you can say hooray for benediction
Hold the pension, I'm pending on sending you the collection of carnations
Did sir mention that rhyming -ection with -ation leaves no affection nor admiration?
Being a robot is all about the class
I'm made of rusted bolts and illegitimate parts
My eyes survey all humans and shoot tranq darts
I'm a top of the line killing machine in killing belligerent hearts
My cybernetic hyper-kinetic friendship chip skips blips and bleeps
My hard disk drive weeps clips when peeps slip up on friendship speeches
I offer peaches, apples, pears but no forbidden fruits or faulty wares
I'm not an evil killer robot harvesting scares
I'm a loving, non-confronting electrical appliance who cares
I'm stating things so clearly
Humans be kind to each other
Really, I want you to be kind
Banjohmin
DTTB, do the math; do the Michael Carrick crab and pash the little lice lurking lackadaisically in protruding pubis follicles of nudists, adorning amusement park rides inside fetishist carnivals, castles and wineries, caves and hatcheries where batteries of mooning, moonless night watchmen moonlight as bar room fights: dodge them, gaze at pool cues and foolish hues of a bloody red and ashy brown, the gentry in the crowd watch and frown as George Orwell watches his whole world come crashing down, scribbling notes on human leather bound note books, but don’t look when he’s penning his pages, or one of his famous rages will be ending your dayses.
John
I derpy derp but I herpy herp
Wait, just had a stroke that whole opening verse
I'm back know, there's Banjo, where's richard?
Richard? Richard? Where's Richard?
Sobering up I can finally keep it up
For forty minutes I keep pounding
She keeps up the sound and her body's astounding
(...for a 10 year old...)
We're on the 4th one now Richard's not in sight
I think all the long songs went and gave him a fright
But we want him back now, we want him back on this
TO SING ALONG AND...
Chorus
Tomorrow I'll write this song
When I can't stop singing along
Let's double that body and all fucking sing along
Big Town Wizard King
It's double or nothing, brother
You're smothered by my excessive rapping skills
I know it's not something to be pleased about
But I'm pleased that you're just another rapkill
You're rock hard and I'm steel
But you steal from the arms and reels
Of gods of hip-hoppity meals
I'm giving you a free sample for your pernickety deals
Better than being down the drain with an eel
Even better than dancing on some snakes
I can't be hurt for I infinitely heal
And you can't prevent any mistakes
I'm telling you how I feel
Yet you cannot take the time to kneel?
It's not as though you invented the wheel
You've just founded a thousand new ways to keel
Better than listening to Slave Beaver Revolt
Even better than dancing to the beat
Send me a telegram and tell me the result
When you get yourself kicked back out on the street
What else could you think that I mean?
I'm the lead and you're an extra in the scene
Lie down, is this not a part of your dream?
You'll make it if you just keep quiet and scream
Better than being a robot or a vampire
Even better than mastering the shock
You're just expendable talent for hire
I get paid more with less time on the clock
What is this song even for?
I'd get more respect installing a door
I'm the man with a plan to fill the rest with clichés
Because I cannot think of any more
Better than being in the sky
Even better than having that fire
But I know that I could make it so high
If I so had that d-d-d-desire
Banjohmin
Double the body, dub dub the body, rick Rick Ross wrote for John Goti, I got my tortoise with me, and you can call me fool, or Gordon Whitney, I swear like Ramsey, when I’m in Houston Sydney, and all those motherfuckers know I’m bleu dye dinky, and you die quickly, I eat a pinky, just as easily I eat a Twinkie, I’m so fucking slipery, you think I’m lubed up with Vaseline, grease and dixie, cause it tastes sweet, like a fox I don’t eat wheat, and that’s a motherfucking promise you can cop it sweet, cause I’m a cock boy, made of southern meat, I go down on a sausage with a little grease, cause I’m a cock made of southern meat, let’s open the floor, throw in another mouth piece
John
Doubling that body for Double the body
It's ear rape as much as it's a musical sodomy
Get Richard a lobotomy so he can rap along with me
He'll see that he misses the SBR three
See, we've broke all the laws and a few niggas jaws
People should know that SBR loves it raw (is war)
RAW IS WAR, RAW IS WAR, RAW IS WAR, RAW IS WAR
OH GOD HE'S BROKEN IN HALLLLLLLF
Chorus
Tomorrow I'll write this song
When I can't stop singing along
Let's double that body and all fucking sing along
Big Town Wizard King
I am fully sentient with a rusted pulley engine
What's that you mentioned?
Oh, it's another verse I've got instead then?
Well, I guess I'll try to fit in
I'm bitten by a vampire
A lamp a higher up amped the lighter club
To light it up and play hard beats all night
I'm out of the window and taking flight
Painting the metropolis red with a pair of fake teeth and butcher knives
Give me your lives for the warlock cause and the Orlok prize
I think I'm done with lies
I'm a demon inspired killer with the kindest kinds of eyes
In my pocket, got no docket because I stole them from the mildest guys
But you say, 'Hey, mister, vampires don't eat flesh and eyes'
And I say, 'yea, sister, vampires don't even mesh with rhymes'
I'm MC Orlok in the castle, yo
The typical deliveryman will leave a parcel for me to pick up from the border
To the next bloody country
The next bloody country sounds delicious now that I think about it
Who says I'm not lucky?
That doesn't rhyme with country!
But bass kind of rhymes with nation I think
Or not
A drink!
I forgot to offer you one when you came through my door
You look like you could drink blood and consume a boar
So come right over here and you won't even fell the thud
I'm taking your (double the) body and I'm drinking your blood
Banjohmin
DVDA, RCA cables labelled as anal implements, we’ll drink to this, champagne glasses filled with semen and blood, rubbed into a demon of mud, or perhaps clay, we play like this every day or once a week, the secondary spray of children tastes like hay, so we doubled it up, but muddled up the difference between interference, indifference and by the way, underage just means statutory, because with a little cacciatore chicken we have the doorway stricken to the heart or lungs of any young one, and we use helmets with the dumb ones, aborting any foetal mistakes like genetic diseases or seizures dreaming of semen and rape
John
How can I keep an erection after ejaculating
When all I can do is keep masturbating
She wants me to keep fucking the body
But he wants me to keep raping the body
I just don't know where I'm going
But the songs just keep on flowing
Out of me and into you
If I keep this up I'll be finished soon
I cannot stay because I'm Hellraiser
When working all night nothing can faze her
Traveling through hell trying to save her
Chorus
Tomorrow I'll write this song
When I can't stop singing along
Let's double that body and all fucking sing along
Big Town Wizard King
Oh, I forgot that I had another verse, so I'd better write something
But I'd betray in reverse or inverted if I had the chance to hurt the maker of the song
But don't take it wrong
I'm just doing it for the money, money, money
Isn't it kind of... like a ceremony, mony, mony
credits
released May 19, 2014
Banjohmin - Vocals, Lyrics
Big Town Wizard King - Vocals, Lyrics
John - Vocals, Lyrics, Music, Mixing
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