Boys and Girls / The Death of Benedict Robinson
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 AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH HAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAAAAAAHAHHHAHHAHAAA HHHAAAAHHAHAAAAAAAHHAHAHAHAAAAAAA EWAAYY AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH AAHAHHHHAHAHAHAHAHHHHAHAHAAAAAHAHAH AAAAAAHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH MANIC LAUGHTER
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Written by: Benedict Robinson, CJ Perkins, Harrison Small, Owain Williams, Phoebe Langan, Sam Jones, Scott Watson
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