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Eating Your Neighbors (2d Movement)
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A freak story rock jam. This is where it gets freaky good and goes into metal then reggae mode.
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rock, jam, improvisation, jazz, freestlye, story-telling, freak jam
Humble Beast is a free-form music project composed spontaneously by varying artists. Below is an ongoing list of musicians that have participated thus far: Sonny - Drums Joe - Bass/vocals/keyboards Bill - Guitar Bob- Guitar Louis - Drums Frank- Guitar Paul- Guitar Dave- Bass
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Genre
Alternative • Experimental
Author
Levis/Humble Beast
Uploaded
March 24, 2007
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MP3 9.6 MB • 128 kbps • 10:26
Story behind the song
In the spirit of Dr. Doom.
Lyrics
I’ve been downstairs Chopping up your neighbors I put their bones into a vats of acid I keep ‘em in the fridge with some chili peppers I got jars, and jars, of pickle jars full of fingers I’ll chop up some brain and I’ll put it on a salad I’m gonna make a stew out of you! I’m a cannibal, my name is Hannibal Lector Well I been downstairs eating up your neighbors They taste so good in the morning, afternoon, Oh, I think I got some stuck between my teeth I been eating, I been eating, all your neighbors I bet you, I bet you, you thought they moved out I’ve been eating all your neighbors I’ve been freaking out ‘Bout later, I be getting, I be getting hungrier and hungrier everyday No food, no there’s not enough for you I am psychotic neurotic I killled and ate your redneck neighbors Yes I killed, I killed, I killed, you redneck neighbors! Oh I killed, I killed your neighbors I am, yes I am, the cannibal Hanibal Lector Your redneck neighbors Taste good to me Taste good in a stew I’ll have a piece of you too When I run out of neighbors And I’m going to move to Jamaica Where I can smoke lots of ganja And I will take all of your money They will never find your body Well the FBI they finally caught up with me I was in Kingston toking on a blunt Yeah, that’s when I saw them federal agents With the black suits and the sunglasses Well I reached for my shot gun But they shot first on the draw A good thing my name is Scarface So I kept on coming And I pulled out my Ak47 I must have taken out about 50 of ‘em And then I jumped in my Ferrari As I was bleeding And I drove, and I drove, to the end of the road And I drove all the way to Cuba And I flew off a bridge into the ocean . . . And then I find myself in hell Surrounded by all of your neighbors Oh no no no What you guys planning to do? And they brought out a giant pot And they filled it full of wine And they chopped up some carrots Rutabaga just fine And they say boy Listen up, “We gonna cook you up in this pot right here Every day from now till the end of eternity.” And they got some ground pepper And they all put bibs on Bon apetite!
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