Clive the Knee-Master

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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

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