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Call A Cop EP

by Boogie Boy Metal Mouth

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1.
Call A Cop 02:44
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...
2.
Burnt Rubba 02:55
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
3.
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
4.
"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
5.
"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
6.
"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
7.
"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

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released September 25, 2015

Cover Art by Laura Petell

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