Possessed With Amorous Intent, by Morbo

Possessed With Amorous Intent

by Morbo

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1.	FORWARD (Bludgeoning Attack) 00:30	lyrics
(Instrumental)
2.	I'LL BE (Out Back) 00:44	lyrics
Which band just took the stage? Don't know, they all look the same Didn't they already play? Don't know, they all sound the same CH) I can hear them just fine from outside I think I've heard them, seen them I can hear them just fine from outside I know I've heard them, seen them Who cares if I've paid? It's free online anyway Besides, why should I pay For a shit I never gave? CH) I can hear them just fine from outside I think I've heard them, seen them I can hear them just fine from outside I know I've heard them, seen them
3.	THE PRIVATE CLUB (Of The Satan's Helpers) 00:44	lyrics
I am here because I want something One last request I'm a man of many hats I'll quickly risk death CH) Hang him Kill him Stomp him Tattoo him Hang him Kill him He can take all that you've got Certain questions get answered Others spring up It's like unraveling a sweater That someone keeps on knitting CH) Hang him Kill him Stomp him Tattoo him Hang him Kill him He can take all that you've got
4.	BEDLAM (On The Golf Course) 00:54	lyrics
Check the forecast and gear up It's time to hit the course Blow your wife off and your kids Call in sick to work I honk so you miss your shot I hope you lose your bet I will break your concentration Look how mad you get Just before you take your shot I drive by and honk I wanna see you throw your clubs I just want to fuck you up I will drive out of my way Every fucking day I will take the long way home Because you're fucking lame Look at all those jerky golfers In their jerk-ass shorts Why are they even out there? They look mad and bored Of all the things to do today You choose something fucking lame I hope just because I honk You lose your fucking game
5.	THE URBANDALE (Angry Walker) 01:50	lyrics
Look at how eyes of madness go Giant arms that swing so low His huge shorts seem so small on him Angry face seems to bother them CH) Urbandale Angry Walker See him every day Is he coming or is he leave? He doesn't seem to age His hands is clench a grocery bag His feet is wear a path each time Is he trapped in Purgatory? Will he ever (indistinguishable) CH) Urbandale Angry Walker See him every day Is he come or is he leave? He doesn't seem to age Cross the street to out his way The bikes and joggers do is same What is in his bag is safe? Footprints grows in grass to believe!
6.	I.P.A. (Sucks Ass) 01:27	lyrics
IPA tastes like shit No matter how much you pay for it It tastes like grass and Tylenol And smells like ass and douchebag spit IPA sucks ass It's for hipster dicks IPA sucks ass It's liquid shit Pay twelve bucks for a pint of piss? No way Sixty bucks to catch a buzz? No way CH) Beard-laden hipster fuck-wad Man-bun butthole Go play frisbee Beard-laden hipster fuck-wad Man-bun butthole Buy the gimmick The only thing that's on the beer list Is thirty kinds of IPA Why would you pay fifteen bucks For a stomach ache and liquid shit? IPA sucks ass It's for hipster dicks IPA sucks ass It's liquid shit Why don't you toast your hops? That's lame Why can't you tell it sucks? That's lame Ten thousand micro-brews that all taste the same CH) Beard-laden hipster fuck-wad Man-bun butthole Go play frisbee Beard-laden hipster fuck-wad Man-bun butthole Buy the gimmick
7.	EL TAQUERO (Guero) 00:40	lyrics
If there's one thing I know El Taquero Guero Will ruin your taco In ways unknown Taqureo Guero needs to be stopped A twelve dollar taco Is going to suck Why would you mix Ranch with your guac? Taqureo Guero needs to be stopped
8.	DISCO (Godfather) 01:58	lyrics
He's lean He's mean He's a disco machine He's going to put the heat on the street He don't dig no wack attack If you're slingin', better watch your back He's back They're wack He's on the attack He'll grab his hat and hit the streets All wacked out in Detroit City CH) In the light of the disco ball He's the king of the dance club hall But, in the end, he's trippin' balls Disco Godfather He's wise He's fly He's a real groovy guy He's mean He's lean He doesn't play clean He'll bring the fuzz right through your door And throw your powder on the floor He's got That soul Deep in his soul He got that slide in his stride That cool boogie keeps him alive CH) In the light of the disco ball He's the king of the dance club hall But, in the end, he's trippin' balls Disco Godfather He's mad He's bad He's out for your ass He's fresh No jive Keep disco alive Angel dust out on the streets PCP and funky beats He's mad He's bad He's been had! He won't win this fight today You can't pray psychosis away CH) In the light of the disco ball He's the king of the dance club hall But, in the end, he's trippin' balls Disco Godfather
9.	INTRO (Bust) 00:55	lyrics
(Instrumental)
10.	CANDLEMASS (Is Actually Sorta Boring) 00:53	lyrics
Candlemass is actually sorta boring If you listen to it It always sounds like something is about to happen But it never actually does I'm not saying that they're all bad And there is definitely worse I'll give it a listen from time to time But it never really blew my mind I'm not saying I think they suck But as far as doom goes, there's better stuff "Making love in a mausoleum" Fuck, dude gimme a break Some dumpy dude who can't really sing Is probably not really closin' ass You act like they were the first to do it It's pretty bland if you listen to it Candlemass is actually sorta boring But I aint hatin' They're not bad, they're just kinda overrated Gimme that Southwest doom
11.	DEAD (And Buried) 01:33	lyrics
Potter's Bluff, a charming town Where the diner's lunch rush will beat you down Smash your head in, pull your heart out Don't stay long in their town You're more beautiful dead Than you ever were alive They really kill the tourist trade CH) Oh, Dan, I'm dead Won't you please bury me? Dan, your dead wife is a terrible cook And there's something off about her new look The guy the Sheriff hit with his car Really seems to be falling apart Honey, don't you lie I'll be with you 'till I die Until she said: CH) Oh, Dan, I'm dead Won't you please bury me?
12.	SHAKE (The Crime Stick) 01:06	lyrics
There's only one man With the courage to scream He's no Lay-Down-Sally His name is ME By screaming loudly The koo koo bird's plan Has been torn to two pieces; Bad and worse Become the human alarm Loud ruckus Take back the streets Horsin' off False sense of security Bird brains Beware dingalings Crime stick Lay down Take it It takes a real hero to scream Over a year street smarts Crime stick Heroically he screams Crime stick Run when you hear it ring Crime stick Take back the streets
13.	I CAN RAP (But I Choose Not To) 00:56	lyrics
Autobiographical lyrics that are meaningful Won't be heard from my face hole While some need to rap to eat You won't hear a noise from me A selfless sacrifice from me CH) I won't rap about big butts Not a word about my drugs I won't flow about my props While so many rap for jobs I will not drink from the well Of those who cannot rap so well Who's science is less tight than weak I will not eat from the basket Of someone who doesn't have it You won't hear a stanza from me CH) I won't rap about big butts Not a word about my drugs I won't flow about my props While so many rap for jobs Keep my swag stashed with my cash Keep my class at home with my gat I won't take props from other rappers While so many rap for jobs I will gladly throw a battle Because why slaughter one more cattle? Their shade doesn't mean anything to me You won't see me bring the heat When I hear a killer beat While so many have to rap to eat
14.	THE (Midnight Moustache) 01:26	lyrics
Square head, round eye, yankee, milk cake, gringo, snowflake, cracker Mayo monkey, cracker jack, snow roach, Pringle, honkey CH) Ride the Midnight Moustache tonight Midnight Moustache ride Whitebread, gora, kano, cheesehead, Karen, Ken, Wisconsin White trash, albino ape, whitey, pale face, fish belly CH) Ride the Midnight Moustache tonight Midnight Moustache ride Gin jockey, frog eater, peckerwood, ranch raccoon Chad, el guelo, blondie, redneck, wsecu. Tell yo mama hi.
15.	NO (!) 01:08	lyrics
There is something that eludes me Something I can't convey more clearly Why can you not get the hint That I'm not going to give you shit Your intrusive jerk demands It's very clear you don't understand You can take from my dead hand It's very clear you don't understand There's no "yes" or "probably" And "maybe" isn't in my vocabulary What about me makes you think That I will give you anything? You walk right up to my face Like I will come off anything You can take your jerk demand And stick it up your ass I'm not sending a mixed signal I don't know why you even bother I don't get why people think They can make absurd demands of me
16.	MUSHROOM (Lasagna) 01:15	lyrics
Take a bunch, take some more I'm breaking up on the floor I can't stop sweating I'm done for I think I'm freaking out I can no longer tell I think I'm freaking out Why did I take more? There is no off switch I think I am done for I think the cops are here I think I ran like hell CH) If you can take too much, I think I just did I'm burning up. Pouring sweat I'm freezing cold. Dripping wet. Blazing heat, freezing sleet Eighty beers and cigarettes Pixelated bugs Punk rock dinosaurs I must burn the drums I must escape the pigs I must hold the rug down So it doesn't get too big The hammer in the wall: Sideways, we dig! CH) If you can take too much, I think I just did. Where the fuck's the van!
17.	THE CROWNED HEADS (Of Marshalltown) 00:22	lyrics
His shitty car rides slow His shitty car rides loud Shitty car rattles apart From the expensive stereo The Crowned Heads of Marshalltown Needles on the ground Needles in the bathroom Needles in the garbage Needles in the arm The Crowned Heads of Marshalltown Hey, can you talk slower? Don't grab my wife's tits Hey, can you leave now? You smell like shit The Crowned Heads of Marshalltown

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released April 14, 2022

MORBO HIMSELF: Instruments, yelling, recording
ED HENRY aka "YETI" aka "ED THE POOL GUY": yelling on "THE CROWNED HEADS (of Marshalltown)"
STEPHANIE: Layout and production help
JENNY: cover photo

Recorded in MORBO'S HAUNTED BASEMENT August/September 2021

Thanks to Andy and Brian.

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