| M54 | |
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| Written by | Bora Karaca |
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| 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, written 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