medusa (singer) - benedict bootlicker lyrics
like benedict arnold (the infamous traitor) and ‘bootl!ckers’ (class traitors) + yeah, so this is a song about…do people still say ’toady’? sycophantic behavior. i would have to go into a lot of gender theory to explain what this song is about specifically, so i think it’s better to abstract it. because, truly, it can be applied to any oppressed group
you know when somebody kisses ass hoping the people oppressing them will bless them with a little bit of their power? you know when poor people defend powerful rich folks who don’t havе their best interеsts at heart? you know people who are “g+y, but one of the good ones”? this is about them
because the energy they could have spent enriching their community, they’d rather spend t throwing them under the bus to beg for a crumb of respect from their mutual oppressors. in an ecclesiastical sense, the biggest bootl!ckers are the religious people who hurt other people for favor of an abstract idea of what they perceive god to be
so in this track, i literally threaten to murder them. but over a taking back sunday sample i flipped
“if you keep l!cking boots, you’ll get kicked in the t++th.”
lyrics
be careful, the ass that you’re kissing
sits high on a throne of their lips
be careful, the boots that you’re l!cking
aren’t gonna taste bad as the fist
but would you consider it winning
when really you wasted your wish
for someone who’s tired of swimming
you sure wanna sleep with the fish
bring me your roster
bring me a sign
make me an offer
call me divine
i’m
benedict bootl!cker
i’ll eat your loose slipper
know you wanted saving
but you got me
i am the suit picker
i’ll pick which fruits picture
ends up on the pavement
with roses in the street
cluck cluck then i learned
they can’t eat me if i eat you first
cluck cluck
they can’t eat me if i
they can’t eat me if i eat you first
they can’t hate me if you’re the worst
they can’t eat me if i eat you first
they can’t hate me if you’re the worst
i was a surly little f+cker
with my pearly t++th
until somebody popped a sucker
just to buck and bleed
and then before he threw another hit
i rolled my molars, tongue, and spit
and begged him if i clucked and snitched
would he leave me
alone
now i lay me down to sleep
don’t need to pray for your defeat
the sh+t you talk you’re gonna eat
if you keep l!cking boots
you’ll get kicked in the t++th
benedict bootl!cker
i’ll eat your loose slipper
know you wanted saving
but you got me
i am the suit picker
i’ll pick which fruits picture
ends up on the pavement
with roses in the street
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