M54

M54
Written by	Bora Karaca
Appears on	Cojum Dip (Album)
Sung by	Bora Karaca, Jacob Hurley, Brian McCorkle
Duration	3:43
Genre	Avant-garde metal, Hip-hop
Language	English

M54 is the fourth song on Cojum Dip's album, Cojum Dip, sung by Bora Karaca.

Lyrics

To find my cranium
Providence
a life filled with kismet
Afterlife
I'll never get this far

BK: Yo my name is Bodur and I'm made of guano
Don't mistake my multilingual Jabberwocky for flow
Was born in deep space; hair is poison-laced
When I sneeze somewhere a baby grows knees on its face
Sworn to save the streets from evil wrong-doers
And by that I mean I stab myself with shish kebab skewers
I've turned my share of bodies into Tunisian crochet
Stealing offerings from catacombs to Laurence's dismay

JH: I'm gonna package up your soul leave it at the golf course
I tried to shave your mom but it was tough 'cuz she's a horse
Thirty-eight, twelve, twenty-six, thirty-two
I like chocolate
But so do you

BK: Everybody say "Oh Dip." (Oh Dip!)

MS: Udabn here, won't you play that funky clip?
I was raised by bears and a rusty chainsaw
I get a boner every time I see a broken seesaw
Mumutits! hawheehawheehawheehawheehaw

I cannot fight it
And there's no reason why
I see the path it's,
it's just my time
The knot will bind me
The needle will go there
It's an illusion
But not unfair

I cannot fight it
And there's no reason why
I see the path it's,
it's just my time
The knot will bind me
The needle will go there
It's an illusion
But not unfair

I cannot fight it
And there's no reason why
I see the path it's,
it's just my time
The knot will bind me
The needle will go there
It's an illusion
But not unfair

(Bagpipe interlude)

I cannot fight it
And there's no reason why
I see the path it's,
it's just my time
The knot will bind me
The needle will go there
It's an illusion
But not unfair

"It's two days slow, that's what it is."

54 Verse

BK: Yo my name is Bodur and I've got a big schlong
Jacob Hurley ain't got shit on me, and neither does King Kong
I'm fartin' out rhymes like they were bad gas
I'd spit some more, but I am late for a class
I go to the music school while all my friends say it's a joke
Where all I do is play the harp, and drink Coke, well
Of jazz metal I am still the king
And I'mma spike your food with Cojum Dip poisoning