Schaffer The Darklord - Attack of the Clonef**er lyrics

I've seen the future, so bright I gotta wear shades And it's hotter than Hades And everyone will have AIDS And robot brigades At war with the humans Machine against man and the planet's in ruins But by then we will have mastered the craft Of creating clone soldiers to we don't have (to) Come out of hiding, fighting and we just might outlast This battle without time travel back to the past But as some of the cloners grow older Narcissistic fiends like me will take over And once I'm trained, unsupervised and alone I'm gonna f** my clone My sci-fi fantasy will begin innocently Making these clones that look just like me Will get boring And so I'll get curious and horny And I'll sneak one of my clones back to my room In the janitor's basket hidden in with the brooms I'll clean him up and dress him, and I'll make him look sharp He's so goddamn cute, I think I'll name him Mark Oh my! Look at my new toy He'll be my best friend, lover, and houseboy And we'll take it slow the first time Then I'll do whatever, whenever I want 'cause he's mine I'll ply him with liquor, but just little sips And Oh! How I'd love to kiss his big, luscious lips Even though he's a guy, and even though I'm not gay I'm so vain I'll be f**ing my own clone all day Both from top and bottom and on my knees I'll realize That from down here it really is a good size Get down to business Kiss and touch, then switch And I can call him b**h! Clone f**er, it'll be like humping a mirror Oh won't you touch me right here? Oh whisper into my ear Sick and addicted, like so many are to power or wealth The Clone f**er will chuckle knucklehead, hey go f** yourself And doesn't that sound fun? Then I'm done Take a break, then I'll make another one Then I'll have two clones, what'll I do? I'll have Mark watch as I break in Mark II When we hump it'll be an all me threesome s**in' and f**in' 'till all three cum And in between sessions we'll rest Mark'll rub my feet, I'll shave Mark II's chest Now you might think I'm a freak who's real lucky Because my clones don't speak they only moan and say f** me And I'll never have to date them or break up I'll dress them how I like and I'll have some wear makeup All clones are supposed to remain virgins But mine will be exposed to all kinds of perversion I'll make dirty videos of my clones And I'll have to watch it with them 'cause I'm never alone It'll be me Watching me f**ing me And also me On the TV screen You see that's twelve of me, do you? 'Cause on the couch there's also me f**ing me And me watching the tv and there's a mirror in the room too This many's not plenty so one day I'll make a third clone, bring him home, call him Trey He'll be handsome, the others are cute I'm gonna dress this dapper little ba*tard in my suit Now with three they'll be less like toys They'll start to learn and think and when they're bored they'll make noise And I'll have to keep them busy and plenty entertained It's a hard-core Darklord g**n One's behind and one's in my face The third is jerking off patiently while he waits And we'll have to keep it up all night, in spite of the moaning So I can wear them out before work in the morning By now my little secret will have grown to compulsion Around my fellow cloners I'll have bo*ers all bulgin' And my boss will start to think I'm a prick Because I'll always be home callin' in sick Clone f**er, it'll be like humping a mirror Oh won't you touch me right here? Oh whisper into my ear Sick and addicted, like so many are to power or wealth The Clone f**er will chuckle knucklehead, hey go f** yourself Now in the future, cloners won't make much money And all of my time off won't even be funny Flat a** broke with no hope for loans Unable to feed me, let alone my clones And the first one won't be looking so hot He's skinny and pale and malnourished and whatnot The oldest of eight brothers living together In a tiny little future room, and worse for the weather And the room will stink of piss, sh**, sweat, and cum And some of the clones don't bathe, they're covered in scum I'll wonder if none of this could ever be done Then I'll have to lose some before I make another one My f**ed up clones won't have a chance at society Mixing in with the clone forces battling mightily Can you imagine them at war with the bots? On the battlefield s**ing one another's co*ks? So I will panic in the mess that I've got I won't want to return them, I won't want to get caught And since I won't want to be remembered as a villain I'll decide the best solution is to select a few and k** them I'll smother one of 'em while I'm f**ing them So the others don't notice nothing ugly or somethin' Then later I'll drag him to the bathroom and lock it And cut him into pieces with the knife in my pocket And toss the parts of his body in boxes Later toss the boxes in the garbage compartments I'll need to get a couple more about my apartment Before I make some more, I know it sounds alarming By the time I get three disposed The room will smell of bodies all decomposed Because I'll be keeping little souvenirs in a box Like lips, and left eyes, and all of their co*ks And in the chopping of bodies I'll get sloppy The small hidden cameras in the hall will have got me For me the authorities will send As all good things come to an end At the trial I'm nervous, the verdict Convicted and sentenced to community service Only got charged with theft, I guess I got lucky But I'll still say "f** me!" Clone f**er, it'll be like humping a mirror Oh won't you touch me right here? Oh whisper into my ear Sick and addicted, like so many are to power or wealth The Clone f**er will chuckle knucklehead, hey go f** yourself