Fungilingus [AIU DAY] – Killacat's Acid Jungle Ragga Dub Remix

[Killacat GBG Pirate Radio] [Spoken through vintage radio filter] Killacat GBG, live from the underground. You all know this guy's sound... But Zal, this is where I go acid jungle on you... [Silence 2s] Alright, fungus freaks... Let's transmit. [Band syncs] [Return to main groove] [Intro] Slippery... slippin’... on that sporecore drip… Fungilingus. Baby. Fungus tongue, speak in sin, Slide it slow let the spores begin… [Verse 1] Crawled through the mulch with a mouth full o' need, Met a truffle in heels and a hunger to feed. She said, "You like weird?" and took off her veil That stem said yes and the floor went pale. (The dirtier the cap, the juicier the dream…) (We tongue in Morse, if you know what I mean.) [Pre-Chorus] She speaks in spores, sweet and slick, Wet-language logic, musky and thick. A slippery signal, bio-sublime, I'm high on her flesh and dripping in rhyme. [Killacat Radio Ad-lib] Hehe... You even recognize dis anymore, Zal? 'Cause I don't. Let's go. [Chorus] Fungilingus, freaky muse Melting minds with spore-borne blues. Taste the bloom, feel the buzz, Tongue-tied in that mushroom fuzz. (Tongue pon stem, get di blend) (Myco-kisses never end.) Who's got that umami kiss? Fungilingus don’t you miss! [Verse 2] She glows in blacklight, hums in bass, Lips like nectar from outer space. One lick and I spoke in tongues, Felt my soul get overrun. Mouth go numb, brain go BOOM Got shroom juice drippin’ in the room! (Fungi massive...) (Spread di spores...) [Chorus] Fungilingus, don’t pretend Your third eye popped when her spores descend. Freaky feel, freakier taste, Tongue lost deep in fungal grace. (Slap that stem, say amen) (Get blessed by the spore again.) [Interlude] [Killacat Radio Ad-lib] Like... I just go full on, man. No brakes. Let's transmit. [Breakdown] (Na na na na, Na na na na na na Na na na na, Na na na na na na) [Bridge Chorus] FUNGI-LINGUS! (Fungi-lingus!) FUNGI-LINGUS! (Fungi-lingus!) Lift us high, Roots beneath the endless sky. Ride the current, cross the glow, Through every realm we've yet to know. Fungilingus, strange delight, Growing through the edge of night. Spore by spore, we transcend, Round and round and back again. (Back again...) (Back again...) (Back again...) [Killacat Radio Ad-lib] Ladies and gentlemen... The transmission is no longer under human control. Repeat... The transmission is no longer under human control. (Na na na na, Na na na na na na Na na na na, Na na na na na na)