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Scum Of The Moon
03:31
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Scum Of The Moon
(J.HOOD / A. A. KHAN)
Roamin’ through the desert
Of my burnt out mind
Trying to bum a ride
I was on vacation
Now I’m just a patient
Rollin’ in fromaldehyde
now I gotta throne
made of splintered bones
on the outer edge of the plane
Lucifer has got me
The feds can’t stop me
No one’s breaking into my brain
I’ll get mine
He’ll get his ( x 4 )
Real soon
‘cuz I’m the scum of the moon ( x 2 )
Tearin’ through the seas
Gotta feed the need
Lookin’ for a new disease
Feelin’ like a punk
In an old car trunk
Ain’t goin’ out on my knees
Got my reward
In a mental ward
Bouncing around a rubber room
You might be frightened
I’m just enlightened
They call me the scum of the moon
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The Ballad of John W. Nuclear
(J.HOOD)
Johnny’s off his biscuit
He’s gonna go holistic
In the middle of the night
He’s gonna make you a statistic
Johnny hates silence
His favorite color’s violence
And his pants are so tight he had to buy them with a license
CHORUS:
Oh Johnny
Tell me how you get your hair like that
Oh Johnny amour
Export expert on the food industry
International ins and outs
Johnny boy he don’t care if you is a poofter
But don’t grab him by the nuts
Or he’ll throw you down the stairs yeah
Johnny’s gonna kick ass
When he grows a moustache
Rocks a gericurl
And gets a visa and a bus pass
Oh Johnny
Tell me are you really superman
Oh Johnny amour
Export expert on the food industry
International ins and outs
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3. |
Baby Huey
02:01
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Baby Huey
(A. A. KHAN)
"Who taught you how to hate yourself from the top of your head to the soles of your feet?" - Malcolm X
Struttin down the street like a panther
when the pigs ask he doesnt answer
look into his eyes you feel danger
he makes all his brothers out of strangers
Deep from the swamps of Louisiana
burning up fields of Marijuana
taking back the streets a reparation
holla if you want some revolution
Rise
Rise
By any means necessary
he' ll turn all his brothers into mercenaries
tearing up the shackles like paper
the pigs will be roasted in anger
Deep from the swamps of Louisiana
burning up fields of Marijuana
taking back the streets a reparation
holla if you want some revolution
Rise Baby Huey!
Rise Baby Huey!
"the police in our community are not there to promote welfare, or our security or our safety, but they are there to contain us, and brutalize us, to murder us because they have the order to do so. Just as the soldiers in Vietnam had their orders to destroy the Vietnamese people. The police in our community couldn't possibly be there to protect our property because we own no property." - Huey P. Newton
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4. |
Erased World
03:30
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Erased World
(J.HOOD / A. A. KHAN)
Tell me something stupid for a change
‘cuz meaning is a hinderance
In this brand new boring age
Nothing has a meaning
Nothing has no name
Nothing has a reason
And no one is to blame
CHORUS:
I am state gender
Put me in your protocol
Will I surrender to reanimate my soul
Tell me something stupid for a change
The world will end when the clock strikes 12
And we’ll all go up in flames
Nothing had a reason
And no one is to blame
Civilization out of style
And only dust remains
I am state gender
Put me in your protocol
Will I surrender to reanimate my soul
Erased world ( x 6 )
The world is done
There ain’t no one
Tell me something stupid one more time
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5. |
Snot Queen
01:45
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Snot Queen
(J.HOOD / A. A. KHAN)
She’s shaped like an hour glass
I’m playin’ with my moustache
I think she might be one of us
The way she’s smokin’ on the bus
Cosmetics in her hair
Smears her lipstick drinkin’ beer
She smells like peroxide
bathed in fromadehyde
CHORUS:
She spits and swears
I wish she would pull my hair ( x 2 )
She makes all the other crumpet
Look real square
She’s my snot queen from Delaware
She throws a fit like a hurricane
When she’s wiped out on novocane
She ate all my cheerios
And stuck her fingers up my nose
She makes me feel like a man
When she treats me like a garbage can
Taking out the trash can be
So fucking heavenly
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6. |
Motor Bat
01:46
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MOTOR BAT
(J. Hood)
There's flies the size of pigeons and they're living in my kitchen
Just picking on a piece of my brain
I thought I found a brand new scab underneath an old kebab
It was just another piece of my brain
I need another heart attack, love me like a Motorbat
Take a little piece of my brain
You're my favorite cardiac, love me like a Motorbat
Take a little piece of my brain
I was in the butchers shop looking for some sausage pop
I found a little piece of my brain
I got a black belt in Jazz acting like the noble Razz
It killed a little piece of my brain
A Motorbat
Love me like a Motorbat
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7. |
Just Die Fast
02:14
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Just Die Fast
(J.HOOD / A. A. KHAN)
I don’t know if I’ll be here tomorrow
Or will I be just another stain on your bed
If I die I won’t feel any sorrow
Because of course baby I’ll be dead
CHORUS:
So there I am locked up in my garage
But suffocation ain’t so easy
With out gas
Die ( x 6 )
Why can’t I just die?
Drugs don’t seem to make me feel much better
Imodium just keeps me off the pan
I’m that she could save me if I let her
It’s just a shame that she looks just like a man
Ha ha ha ha
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8. |
Death Fetish
01:59
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Death Fetish
(J. HOOD)
Strapped for entertainment
Goths snuff on the internet
String themselves up in their
bedrooms to come
If you’re real lucky you might meet a nice cannibal
And sneak him upstairs past your mum
You’ve seen the real torture
Tried self asphyxiation
Maybe it’s time to go get a job
But there’s nuffin’
like a snuffin’
In a virtual ah Babylon
you wanna be a goner
but you ain’t got the bottle baby
CHORUS:
Now you’ve got something better to do
Death Fetish Death Fetish
You look real cute all turning blue
Death Fetish Death Fetish
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9. |
Get Them Talkin'
02:44
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GET THEM TALKIN’
(A. A. Khan)
Come on over baby
Gimme gimme more of that whine
You got a voice that could shatter glass
Lets me know you feel fine
You think I’m loaded baby
I’ll give it to ya night and day
I got no money and my jeans too tight
Looks like you gotta pay
Get them talkin bout
The way that Memphis city blew my mind
Get them talkin bout
The way we never even spent a dime
Get them talkin bout
The girls struttin always such a tease
Get them talkin about
I got the heebee jeebees down to my knees
Move on over baby
I’ll give ya a little blast from the past
Tough love never felt so good
As in the back of the class
Another baby maybe
Missed your period
Your late for work
So tired of making excuses
For a fat old jerk
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10. |
Strange Way
03:31
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Strange Way
(A. A. KHAN)
You sure have a strange way
Of dealing with my love
If only I was a child
I might never give you up
The tides will turn up one day
And the bodies will float up
And you will run away ( your way )
And stop trying to catch up
If I let you go
You’ll sew a seed somewhere
Live the life you deserve
And forget the cold dead air
Don’t you follow me down
The water’s far too cold
No room for misty eyes
On this ship of fools
CHORUS:
Hold me one last time and never let go
This could be the last day of your life
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King Khan Berlin, Germany
My name is A. A. Khan (a.k.a. "King Khan" or "the artist formerly known as The Blacksnake"). Welcome to the Art of
Khannibalism... featuring music I have recorded and produced from my Moon Studios in Berlin, Germany. Music is my religion and can heal all wounds.... Enjoy these sounds and share them with the ones you love.
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King "Bama Lama" Khan
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