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Verse 1

Spoiled milk

Carrots on my knee

Chips on my knee

Spoiled milk

Children of Sudan being beheaded daily

I don’t care

Spoiled milk

Ishmael Beah should be shot dead

And I don’t like him

Spoiled milk

They don’t matter compared to

Spoiled milk

The cows produce most of the

Spoiled milk

The cows on the hills

The chickens in the farm

Spoiled milk

The cows will graze on the grass

Spoiled milk

Verse 2

A jar of

Spoiled milk

A can of

Spoiled milk

A glass of

Spoiled milk

Hint of rosemary with a side of honeysuckle

We all know who the real Steven Hawking is

Spoiled, nasty milk

Coca-Cola owns NBC

The world is but a sea

Spoiled milk

I got bars like Dr. Seuss

And my dick tastes like orange

Spoiled milk

The weight of a thousand dead elephants

On my pinky toes

Spoiled milk

Verse 3 (Blue)

Chunky milk

Racism is bad

Just like those gay monkey bars

Spoiled milk

And even if my blood was pink

I wouldn’t let you take my sink

Chunky milk

My vocab is like Shakespeare

I can believe it’s not

Spoiled milk

Gestapo

Oh wait, Silver Surfer. Or is it surgery?!

Fried milk

Rainbow flags hitting my prostate

The fate of a little kids master—

Spoiled Milk

Verse 4

An egg-free omelet

Probably not good

Milk

Harvey

Milk

Car filled with milk

Not my toenails, but only

Spoiled milk

A can of unopened strawberry condoms

Laying upon my chest, and my chest resembles

Whole milk

Only if I pretend to comply

Will the demons in the eyes die

Or fly to my guy who sells underage

Spoiled milk

When does the selling of underage milk stop, and the halftime end?

Charred milk

Only when a jar of toenails is unleashed with the power of

Spoiled milk

Verse 5 (Patti Smith)

The cows are spoiled

Spoiled milk

The amount of wheat in which I—

Cult-i-vate

Spoiled milk

That shall change the thickness of

Spoiled milk

A cow may produce milk, but a man creates

Spoiled milk

Crafted in the hands of a god,

The first

Spoiled milk

Was soupy as chicken broth

Yet thick as horse testicles

Spoiled, milk

Through this archetype

All proceeding shall follow the word of God for

Spoiled milk

Only then will there be the perfect

Spoiled milk

Verse 6

Opened cans of

Toe Mae toe sawce

Make me feel like

Spoiled milk

Ragatooi

Pachacuti?

He must have dealt

Hard milk

A hard life

A lonely existence

Spoiled milk

The responsibility of feeding a family

With a gallon of

Spoiled milk

The caring needed to

Recuperate

From a wave of

Spoiled milk

It causes joy

But creates disasters

Spoiled milk

It can be the key to life

Spoiled milk

Or the path to Sharon Stone’s asshole

Spoiled,

Horrid

Milk

Verse 7

The flow of milk can create

Fresh milk

And time makes it

Spoiled

Milk

Yet what about the flow of time?

Does it—create a barrel of lime—

Spoiled milk

Carrots are part of our imagination

And the excretion of mammals is just

Spoiled milk

Yaks on the Andes

Bruce Jenner on the Wheaties

You sure do smell like feces—

Spoiled milk

It cures cancer

Spoiled milk

But not

Cure

headaches

Spoiled, milk

Verse 8 (A Breach of Sanity)

Retardation

(Five second pause and stare)

A chicken

A worm AND

Spoiled, milk

The most positive thing in Africa?

Their economic growth?

Nope

HIV

Spoiled milk

Cans of butter

Loaded onto trucks

But kids from Africa can’t have any

Spoiled milk

Vials of milk

Become

Spoiled milk

(Chuckle) Retarded African children

They don’t have anything to eat

Especially not

Spoiled milk

Verse 9 (Milk King Songs, Part 1)

Spoiled milk

Grains of rice falling through my hands

Staring at the plains

Igniting old flames

Spoiled milk

Ugandan international terrorist rings

Demonstrate my—impotence?

Spoiled Milk

Hail him—the Milk King!

He rides unchallenged unabashedly through his tundra,

Clutching the bag that does carry the

Spoiled milk

For does the plain ignite a flame that writhes a milk king?

Does a flame upon a grain cause such pain to make our great king cower?

Spoiled milk

The cold of the milk sweat pours down the bag

But our flame is near half flag

A wisp of smoke and

Kiss from a bloke

Does cray the Milk King away.

Spoiled milk

Verse 10 (Milk King Songs, Part 2)

Half-eaten carcasses of the children of the town.

They’re littered everywhere, but the Milk King remains joyous,

For they died with full bellies of

Spoiled milk

The moans of the last surviving

Ring in his ears—but he finds them starving as well.

“Have you had a healthy glass of spoiled milk?”

He calls to the solemn and broken couple

They sweat—panic—their glasses totally full of

Spoiled milk

The Milk King sighs, for they don’t enjoy spoiled milk

He gave them all enough to not go hungry

So he strikes down the couple in front of their son

Slitting their throats while the blood pours down their necks

Blood imitating tears as he gouges their eyes in

Whoops!

Spoiled milk

Rabies is a young man with a Manson-esque charisma and a penchant for poetry.

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