Boys and Girls / The Death of Benedict Robinson

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The Malkovii

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Welcome everybody
This is the Malkovii's last song
Show some love, Give some love
To John Horatio Malkovich and the Malkovii
The Malkovii, just six boys and a girl
And we like to make music for the whole wide world
John, Horatio Malkovich
We're the Malkovii, we're just six lads and a bitch
(Boys, girls, and music)
Boy and girls - 7 minute rhapsody f*ck bohemian
OWAIN got more words per minute than Eminem
Now let’s get back on track cos not talking about these testes well... that’s wack
Ticklemort’s let me off the fucking leash
Vague political shit that ain’t my niche
I finally get to talk about my testes, so strap in for this hypnotic speech
UNO DOS TRES
I mean uno dos in my pants is what you’d come across
BOYS GIRLS MUSIC
All things that my testes think are too sick
Malkovii won’t be way back with the fake
We won the rat race with a bullet Blake
Last things last my testes don’t really drape
But that’s quite enough nonsense for one tape
Cultural well or cultural hell, who are to say, screaming penance in a cell
Where was the life we lost living?
Where were the embers of the shells we burnt giving?
A second chance to the stars, no Pluto just Mars please
So settle down for designed peace
Gleam the dead from the evergreens
Scream for the fled for the world of the culture queen
Truth is shattering entirely with the barrel burned claimed the flames of the fire to be
Washing line mortality hung from the cut veins of the poplar trees
Skin the stained scar backwards, oily wretched poppy seed was a backwards
(Oh relax I'm talking looky no touchy)
Oily wretched poppy seed was a backwards
I was driving and I thought that today was the day
Could be the day that I exit the fray
Watch it play out from somewhere that is far from the stage
Cabernet in my hand watching the cabaret
Hard to say if my domination was nothing but fluke of the game
Never tamed all of the circuits there was always my name
Appearing at the top of leaderboards I would never claim
Another Martinet I'd rather be maimed
Started out as an antagonist, on the list
An antithesis to an inferior protagonist
Got dissed and pissed off as miss off
Beating every castle with risk off, persists not
Taking any hints that my lift off is tip top
Quick stops keeping me caged need no pit stops
Wario is big in this game hide your chip stocks
Step up and get put in your place, don't think that this stops
The Malkovii, just six boys and a girl
And we like to make music for the whole wide world
John, Horatio Malkovich
We're the Malkovii, we're just six lads and a bitch
Why’ve you no control over your mouth that’s on patrol
Controlling any person you see fit to try and take a hold
Is it coz you’ve got more money in the bank
Or just coz you think that you can
Okay boomer you’ve got my attention
Gonna make me punch you out in anger n I’ll make you
Put your mask on, sit down, shut up
You’re wack with your Karen hair cut
You can’t shut down my opinion, this is not your dominion
(One Take)
Hey, I'm Benno, you all know me
Calm, relaxed and pleasant company
Helping out, giving back to society
And living a simple happy life of sobriety
I'm Ticklemort, Benedict's evil alter ego
Just one mention of a beer makes me go
Loco, and like Mr Hyde I take over
And put an end to Benno trying to be sober
Go away Tickle, get out my brain I'm Tee Total
But when you wake me up I start acting woeful
Haha I can't be stopped, you know that I'm stronger
And the more that you fight I'll just drink for even longer
No Tickle, why you make me do this?
I just wanna study, relax and make music
And you f*ck me up somehow with every new day
Like when you say "f*ck it lets do shrooms on a Tuesday"
I don't care what you say, I'm the darker half of your brain
I don't care about health, I don't care about shame
F*ck you Ticklemort you do this again and again
I'm trying the best that I can but you make me insane
It's a primal urge for me to lose my mind
You try and stay with it, try and be focused and kind
Til the thought of a beer and I enter your head
And that's when you know
Benedict Robinson is DEAD
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EWAAYY
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MANIC LAUGHTER

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