Legends speak of a legendary blade
so fucked up and crazy, it don't even have a name.
It looks radical as shit, and its power's super tight:
a single touch will turn a sucka right inside out.
A super jacked homie whose name was Ugly Willie
found a dungeon in the desert and crawled it willy-nilly.
Ice dragons and androids were there to fuck him up,
but he exploded their brains with a nasty uppercut.
In the depths of the dungeon, he obtained the dark sword,
and from that moment on, he never would be bored.
He was turning suckas inside out left-and-right.
Any fool to see that shit did lose their appetite.
But another homie came, who was even more jacked.
He was the most jacked of all, and his name was Jack.
"Why you actin' like a fool?" he said to Ugly Willie,
but Willie raised the sword and poked him right in the belly.
Holy fucking shit, did Jack turn inside out.
He was a fleshy mess of guts, a nasty-ass sight.
But unlike all the rest, he never dropped dead;
he put some goo on Willie's face with a soggy little slap.
Willie's mind was crushed, he was so grossed out.
His will had been broken, it was the end of the bout.
A single gooey teardrop rolled down his cheek;
he fell over in the sand, unable to speak.
Thus has Willie learned his dank-nasty lesson:
careful what you mess with, or gross shit will happen.
This just has some great vibes all around - from the energy of 56th Floor and Symphony of the ironic sympathy to the gentle, laid back Soul Keeper - it’s worth the time to listen to it all. potaytoes
Combining crooned murder ballads with raw, angsty hard rock hooks, Melbourne's The Ugly Kings are a wrecking crew well worth watching. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 15, 2021