Call A Cop EP

by Boogie Boy Metal Mouth

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released September 25, 2015

Cover Art by Laura Petell

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Track Name: Call A Cop
I wana wear you straight to God's gate and face the judge-high
Drop gold off and kiss goodnight
Speeding on the run again... come-come-get
Crabs ain't stopped mine yet, babe

I know your God's out for something I got
I know the sick know it's something they need
He know The Brain's out breaking his law
Light up a smoke, babe, the wiz kid's burnin' right now

You better call up a cop on Johnny Brain Box
You better call all the cops- Johnny Brain Box

I, the king, came to run your gems
Sweet queen come back to get bent
I wana wear you straight to Hell's cellar in devil-killin' nine inch heels... for the thrill
We'll love the trash can and love that mud
Fly our passions across time lines with 99 crows shooting piss-filled guns
Wild air-pirate twisted fun
Now, I know a street rat who wants his dream back
I know snakes that came to get right
Beatin' on my drum again, beatin' non-stop
y'ain't gona kill my Tuesday night

Now, I know your God's out for something I got
I know the snakes know it's something they need
He know The Brain's out breaking his law
Light up a smoke, babe, the wiz kid's burnin' right now

You better call up a cop on Johnny Brain Box
Fuck it, call all the cops, Johnny Brain Box yeah

And the streets have weathered me- ready be the dead boy
Grab that, love that, lust that, done then
I now bring that rage-full sunset
Blown volcano, run man, run fast
I won't know that same ocean
My sea's flowing with rainbow drips of souls melting out of eternity's bliss
Angel, deliver my sacred dish

Better call up a cop, mother fucker...
Track Name: Burnt Rubba
Take that, don't give back, he's knocked out alignment
Volts for the could-a-been beggin' for the big bang
Boost what you can, licks from out the sugar shack
beams from the cellar here to shine where you at
Got to shed what you were if you wana look good lying hours in the flowers of my menacing woods
and I'm born to the star and I won't look back
'cause I've battled just to break us and I know what you have

This ain't what you like, mother fucker?
Then hit the bricks, mother fucker
I'mma get my kicks just how I wana
Then hit the road- burnt rubba
And that goes without saying, you know what I'm saying, it's like that yeah

'Cus I built me a vibe when the old one broke
Fed the candy to the lion to defy just what they told me
Out in the storm thinking what i could get
And the compromising turned into a swing of the tongue blade
No way, no cry, no, i don't know no way
Through the chemical night I found a soul I could take
Stickin' it home and you sho' nuff like
When the coldest start to panic I get warm with delight

This ain't what you like, mother fucker?
Well, eat a dick, mother fucker
I'mma get my kicks just how I wana
Then hit the road - burnt rubba
And that goes without saying, you know what I'm saying, It's like that yeah

Swallow it up when I'm snappin' that bear trap
Bring me back a bucket of your love- Lay it hear, babe!
Rose to the status of an addict for juice
Bangin' on the planets with a foot on your roof
Stroked and I'm soaked and I don't know where time's been
Shot the killer glance at the face of his hate
Now I'm feeling good, breaking out, breakin' law, break it down, break it in, break your body for sure

This ain't what you like, mother fucker?
Then take a hike, mother fucker
I'mma get my kicks just how I wana
Then hit the road- burnt rubba
And that goes without saying, you know what I'm saying, It's like that yeah
Track Name: "God & Cupid"
Make it glow, make the ugly play broke in the dark
I'm getting loose on our flight while making love how I love
I see no 'lord of the flies'
I make the sounds, I can make them follow good

She got a flow like a hatchet that screams "open on up!"
I'm knowing how she can be, I sink in holes of the drug
I get the soul to roll around with me, down to the place we stay to come
Go with me, babe

"Gimme" a "Garbage Day" to "F*#@ Wit' Ya Head"
I "Get-U-Now", I say, I'm fucking wit' your head
Let's get a "Contact Blitt" and rock the night to "Bl_ck B_st_rds" yeah

"Loose Hoe, God & Cupid"

She got a bad daddy, automatic back to your room
Moon-zoom mama suck the medicine offa my spoon
I shake and move in half-sedated, watching fires i set
I'm making all i desire one step from all we'll regret
I got it good here tonight
I'll break the son of a gun
Want try one of these miles? We'll put you back where you're from
I came in looking through the hours with the smoke in my eyes
and claiming love is to fly...and it ain't nothing to die over you, babe

"Gimme" a "Garbage Day" to "F*#@ Wit' Ya Head"
I "Get-U-Now", I say, I'm fucking wit' your head
Let's get a "Contact Blitt" and rock the night to "Bl_ck B_st_rds" yeah

What a "Sweet Premium Wine" this is...

Baby, there's a monster runnin' 'round in here and ain't nothing we can do...

Only the coldest survive in nights of climbing the fires
The pagan broke over sirens
So soaking sad, now, the cryer
I've been in love with the night
Soul intact is required
And black and blue is the price of us making love... But what to do, babe?

"Gimme" a "Garbage Day" to "F*#@ Wit' Ya Head"
I "Get-U-Now", I say, I'm fucking wit' your head
Let's get a "Contact Blitt" and rock the night to "Bl_ck B_st_rds" yeah
Track Name: NYC Gunpowder
"NYC Gunpowder"

doing drugs in New York City felt like this...

Last one that falls gets the most of my flame
rain blades in the sky
building my nights on the frame of your love
days that I take too much
cannons and champagne
And toast to that while the fortress cracks
All in 'cus I can now
And I broke in through the lock I cut with shark teeth that I got
Broke out that-a-way with the love I stole
That heart thief that I am
I am all bite back without a hand to hold
While we ate away all your day away
Shoot the candidate that thinks he's climbing
Who's he think I am?
I think we're done

Well I went on down to New York City, love
I went on down to New York City and found love with a white winter
Then blew my brains all over the place from top of a sky scraper...and it was gooood

I'mma borrow a crooked man's dollar bill to get me straight
wait. stay. play. and ride the gallows on 3-2-1
See down barrel, squeezed and fired, liar dead and I'm pleased I've come
Loud kid kick cunts back into their beds again for dreams no fun
You're out again to get run right back
Crowding in to give love like that
And I'll get them in to get suicidal
Hope ends when I eat 'til done
Walk in and getting off this high
Right off the ceiling of time
I am all rude boy and enemy to caution
Broke in and found keys to ride it in
hold my stare, exhausting a minuteman
What's he think I am?
Come on, sound alarms
pleas to god
New York dust
Break them bones

And I went on down to New York City, love
I went on down to New York City and fell in love with a white winter
Then blew my brains all over the place from top of a sky scraper
Down to New York City
I went on down to New York City
Went down to New York City as your average everyday sinner
I went down to New York City, fell in love with a white winter
Then blew my brains all over the place from top of a sky scraper...
and it was good
Track Name: Killa At Large
"Killa At Large"

You and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you
You and you, still eating pumpkins come November

You and You and breaking out tonight, twistin' in a verse
Kill 'em all again
Carving out my vision while the world divides to my mind experiments
I define my space. Don't try.
Better off as a teacher with a bird that wont accept no lies.. and won't let go
Sweet-sweet shells
Pack the streets with bullets to go
Pluck them off the scene and send them low
I know bliss and trips to Enemy Lake
Baby love, break straight through the walls
The doors, they don't fit right
Love, that come to find, you don't get
She's the kind that rides her own trip
I kiss and pull, I almost rip
And I'm high as I'll get
Baby, lick up the spill
You put your mouth on worse, yeah
You have, you do and you will... right now

Well...
Says I
The seeing eye
see it and lead us to freedom
Loch Ness couldn't wait for the sunset
Strung out ...and ain't it good to splatter the paint?.. say what?
Dirt brains to frame and hang them up
I'm awfully inspired when I send it to the wall and they write, them cynics, of the Hell I've caused
And I dance with the fire
Tonight I'm releasing the love
See, I need five minutes just to finish my spit at the fleas when they're biting
And I know where you're hiding
And it's way too exciting when I get down low
Bedroom sinning in a red halo
Soar winner and believe I trust in the words of a villain while I'm fillin' my lungs
I'm as high as I'll get, babe
Lick up the spill
Well you put your mouth on worse
You have, you do, and you will... right now

One...
2,3,4,5,6,7, ate eleven men down in a feast of the souls
9 and 10 didn't fight me at all
And I tongue dance like new red Corvettes
Sunk in a feeling and above your talk
Bloody arrow I spit to the left
And I'm gone in a limp, in defiance to all
Oh.. put your mouth on this
Yeah, lick up the spill
You have, you've done, you do and you will and it's worse as it gets
And it's J.Ring down where the shark-women run
'Cus the Boogie Boy Metal Mouth eats like they does
I'mma kiss when allowed me the lips and...
Y'come around here mouthin' again and it's PEN15
I'mma kick it 'til he says he believes
I'mma roast 'til the blind folks won't dare to attack
When they look for the truth and they see where I'm at
And I'm high as I'll get
Baby, lick up the spill
You put your mouth on worse
You have, you do, and you will... right now
Track Name: My Whiskey Is A Bad Priest
"My Whiskey Is A Bad Priest"

Girls walk by and my whiskey is a bad priest
shots been fired and my whiskey is a bad priest
Soul dividing with my forks and knives
And my whiskey is a bad priest.. ba bad bad bad

Don't need a "cool pass" over in the real light
Don't need another friend, suckas ain't built right
Sunk my dagger down deep into your wolf pack
to fall ain't never been done

Oh well...
Lead me to your gold stacks
The rash won't ever go away
Open up for the good doctor's groove
So...Throw me the cabbage and bless me a goodbye
Spare me the others with venom in their "good night"s
Soul dividing and my whiskey is a bad priest
I'll sleep in your disease, baby, I love you

Bust me free or I'll pay to gun
Books in the office and cooking in the good bed
Fall to the silence, I'm banging it blue
Brash when a sucka had told me he could- could
Swords with a comic at sun up- sun-sun
Please, nah, I don't need to suck at your kingdom
know that he loves it and he's lucky I can- can
So while I'm in the coals lets walk them again
Track Name: Brn Th Fckn House Dwn
"Brn Th Fckn House Dwn"

Bad man bring some
Some that drug they beggin' to get
For they live way down in the hole
Down where the light ain't touched a soul
Low where the bugs is pulling them down
Down where they scream not making a sound
How they sip that muddy rain the same time we drink right out the cloud
I been tunneling out of the walls
I been breaking out of the cell
Out where the gods are speaking of God
I heard all the secrets they tell
And I smile and I praise the good- the good love
And passed out dazed and know it's still enough
Watch as the elements glow.. you don't know man
Rock this and sign the bold letters
Roll that snake in the grass
Back where the climate's hot as they come
She said I get so forgetful
'Cus I don't give a damn what they just said...

And I hate what I love now
And I hate what they like
So take me home, yeah
And make me fight
And burn the fucking house down

Burned out fast as he could
I sat back always happy to stay
And they're hoping everything goes right
And you'll fit right in if you're crazed
Forget all you thought you knew of cool crush
Lost my mind to try with none left
Can't get up in time to punch in
'Cus i just can't sleep, the cries are so loud
Just can't sleep the screams are so loud
So burn the fucking house down
I hate what i love now
And I hate what you like
So take me home, yeah
And make me fight
We'll fight it off
Give me that shit I found you're full of
Dynamite stick and the static to blow
Bad man give me a taste of your drug
Back to the kitchen and light it on up
Heavyweight and the place is concave
14 hours of bleeding bad brains
Hell or bust and it's lightning we trust
Madness a must
Addicts and dust
Smoke it all down
And squeeze it all out
And beating on love
And seedy all day
Chainsaw wizard, the wings are cut off
Bad man give me a taste of your drug
And I hate what I love now
And I hate what they like
So bring me home
And make me fight
And burn the fucking house down
Burn the fucking house down
Burn the fucking house down
Burn the fucking house down