[Verse 1]
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 cloned soldiers so 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 s** f** 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 god damn 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
And I'll do whatever whenever I want cause he's mine
Apply him with liquor but just little sips
And oh how I 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
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"
[Hook 1]
Clone f**er
It'll be like humping a mirror
Oh won't you touch me right here
I'll whisper into my ear
Sick and addicted
Like so many are to power or wealth
The clone f**er will chuckle knucklehead
Go f** yourself
[Verse 2]
And doesn't that sound fun?
Then I'm done
Take a break
And 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 Two
When we hump
It'll be an all me threesome
s**in' and f**in' til all three cum
And in between sessions we'll rest
Mark will rub my feet
I'll shave mark two's chest
Now you might think
I'm a freak that's real lucky
Cause my clone's don't speak
They only moan and say "f** me"
And I'll never have to date 'em or break up
I'll dress 'em how I like and I'll make some wear make-up
All clones are supposed to remain virgins
But mine will be exposed to all kinds of perversion
I'll make dirty videos with my clones
And then I'll have to watch 'em with 'em
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 is also me
f**ing me and me
And 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
And bring him home and 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 'em busy
And plenty entertained
It's a hardcore Darklord gang bang
One's in 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 'em 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
[Hook 2]
Clone f**er
It'll be like humping a mirror
Oh won't you touch me right here
I'll whisper into my ear
Sick and addicted
Like so many are to power or wealth
The clone f**er will chuckle knucklehead
Go f** yourself
[Verse 3]
Now in the future
Cloners won't make much money
And with all of my time off
It 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 lookin' so hot
He's skinny and pale and malnourished and what not
The oldest of eight brothers living together
In a tiny little future room in worst of the weather
And the room will stink of piss, sh**, sweat and cum
And some of the clones, unbathed are covered in scum
I'll wonder if none of this could ever be done
And I'll have to lose some before I make another one
And f**ed up clones won't have a chance in society
Mixing in with the clone forces battlin' mightily
Could you imagine them at war with the bots?
On the battlefield s**in' one another's co*ks?
So I'll panic in the mess that I got
I won't want to return 'em and I won't wanna get caught
And since I won't wanna be remembered a villain
I'll decide the best solution is: select a few and k** 'em
I'll smother one of 'em while i'm f**in' him
So the others don't notice nothin' ugly or somethin'
And then later I'll drag him into the bathroom and lock it
Cut him into pieces with a knife in my pocket
And tossin' parts of his body in boxes
Later toss the boxes into garbage compartments
I'll need to get a couple more up out my apartment
Before I make some more I know it sounds alarming
By the time I get three disposed
Room will smell of bodies all decomposed
Cause I'll be keeping little souvenirs in a box
Like lips and left eyes and all of their co*ks
And in the choppin' the bodies
I'll get sloppy
And the small hidden cameras in the hall will have caught me
For me the authorities will send
Cause all good things come to an end
At the trial
I'm nervous
The verdict
Convicted
And sentenced to community service
Only charged with theft
I guess I got lucky
But I'll still say "f** me"
[Hook 3]
Clone f**er
It'll be like humping a mirror
Oh won't you touch me right here
I'll whisper into my ear
Sick and addicted
Like so many are to power or wealth
The clone f**er will chuckle knucklehead
Go f** yourself