Clive the Knee-Master

Hmmm Dip Mmm Hmmm Listen to me and you will see That we're going take a nice shower with your knees (A nice shower) We will eat them We will bathe them We will stuff them and cook them up man I like knees for dinner, breakfast and lunch That doesn't mean I don't have any time to crunch (Lunch) I'm here to eat your kneecaps (Do some fuckin crunches) I'm here to eat your kneecaps I don't know where I'm from Some place like Mexico City, Alabama That doesn't mean I'm here to redact your pajama-rammas I'm just here to sing about your damma-pammas I am singing this song about how much I love to consume knees in my eyes I eat them with my eyes cuz my pupils are really attached to my stomach Got little teeth inside my skull (Stomach pupils) Got little teeth inside my skull But that doesn't stop me From thinking smarter than you It doesn't stop me from thinking smarter than you I really got take a poo with your knees out Your knees are so spicy, yet scrumptious I will eat them, they will come out of my rump-tious Because it's my butt poop in your sup-doop I can't stop, I can't stop going (I can't stop, I can't stop) There's too much time on my mind And my nave is Clive, Clive the Knee-Master I'm from Dimension 83 but that doesn't stop me from eating your knees Eating your knees I'm from Dimension 83 but that doesn't stop me from eating your knees I'll fly over the crowd if it means I'll take you out To dinner I'll fly over the crowd if it doesn't stop me from takin' you to dinner I got so much time on my mind I got so much time on these chives that I'll cut up and (Lookin' for a nice quiche) Put onto your knees and then you'll get attracted to bees (Maybe a steak) And you'll get stung to death, a hundred to the neck (Maybe a steak or a burger) Hundred's all it takes before you need to remake yourself in another life While you're dead I'm living my best life That doesn't stop me from all these chives that I must strife Gotta hide 'em, gotta eat 'em (gotta try) Gotta eat 'em, gotta sleep 'em, gotta beat 'em, I Beat my kids but that doesn't stop me from not going to prison I beat my kids but that doesn't stop me from not going to prison Don't stop, don't stop Don't stop, don't stop (Ow, dad) Don't stop Don't Stop (Ow) Don't stop Don't stop, don't stop Keep going Keep going with that, keep going We're going back right to the-right to the verse after this I'm gonna count down from five Five Now Little bit more than five seconds but that doesn't stop me from wrecking your home I'm a home wrecker, a home runner Gotta play that baseball or else I won't make it home (A home runner now) I got all this time on my mind I (On my mind) Got all this time on my mind But that doesn't mean I won't find time For your knees For your knees (Oooh) My name is Clive the Knee-Master Clive the Knee-Master Got all this time (all I got) Got all this time For your knees boy Got all this time for your knees Got all this time for your knees, boy Got all this time for your knees Got all this time for your knees, boy Got all this time for your knees, boy Got all this time for your knees, boy Got all this time for your knees, boy You will be my new toy That I give to my dogs when they're hungry They only eat kneecaps, just like me Like father, like son My dogs eat you They hunt with me For all the knees, boy Hunt with me for all the knees Hunt with me for all the knees Hunt with me for all the knees Hunt with me for all the knees Comin' for your knees, boy Comin' for your knees, boy I got them on lock Gonna smooch em, gonna caress em Gonna grab em, gonna wait for you To stop beating me when I Trip you and trip fist your asshole into oblivion With your own kneecaps There's so much I can do to them Stir fry, pan fry and definitely chives I'll chive up your knees They'll feel good Chive up your knees They'll feel good Chive up your knees They'll feel good Chive up your knees They'll feel good Chive up your knees (Chive up, chive up) They'll feel good Chive up your knees (Chive up, chive up) They'll feel good Chive up your knees (Chive up) They'll feel good Chive up your knees Ain't stopping me I got too many times Too many time on my hands Got too much thyme, got too much thyme On my hands Always make time for your knees, boy Every second of every day I got Time For Your Knees