From the deepest bowels of the great Wilcox Mangle Goo comes this ripping jive. Let the Greasy Slam bust through your drums like that of the skinny Narwhal. Rest in peace Wilcox.

Greasy Slam (Instrumental)

An emerging presence. That of Blowford Plunderbound.

No lyrics are included.

Frapping Musk

Lyrics:
paste comes to cram in the night
I throb within my spewing chud
a gentle hole with my tongue do I
taste and reap its swell evermore

a candle tween my scunt I beg
free the droop like flailing legs
flick and drop he knows my plea
Clobbin Tween, Clobbin Tween

more than Titman, he's my lord
knows beyond tat's endless gourd
for my masters pulsing prayer it speaks:
"dance my jig, dance my jig. Clobbin tween for weeks"

For Weeks

He huff, dripping like a steed. his tune spreading like a lovely disease.

two holes, trickling wind upon a hill, brothers from within the sea. 

All melt, and lust their form, they squelch pleas for them to slam on sweaty knees

steam erupts, from Funts twangin hands, goob slappin those glimmering keys

this salty soulful song washin over the isles, they're dripping

freedom calls to those who hear, bodies movin and a groovin to that juicy ripping.

and Goob begins to heave

Tears drip, from Chiles Von Funt, memories pooling of his people

he returned to them, their dripping isles today

they honor him, and for that he plays...

Brothers Of The Dripping Isles

Can't Twate No More

Captain Klap Creamscabbard

Lost in the scrotes void my deepest chug unheard.

Too long I've been in this tomb.. I now sit upon a throne.

Forever I shall fill and cram, a gullet as deep as I am.

But what is this feeling of deepened unease?

*Whispers*

Ahh yes the trembling loin... The Titman himself...

*Angry Whispers*

And then I'll be the one to knead, the dough.

Gob Bin Swallowed

Chapter 1: The Sea Farmer

Goob Jonadan the sea farmer.

A rusted crust... a swollen panted dastard... all these things scream Goob.

With a walrus gaze he spat the glue... his squidge bathed in pungeant ploof.

he claim the western sea with gushing squelp.

"yee whooth yar bin dangle doo...wilcox mangle go! my serpent sips sweet drips from wandering sea minstrels...aye what a life to hath live...

I gob and goo and thus the loo has named me Jonadan Goob!"

Goob galloped upon the deck of his fudgy crop and sample some of its sweet remorse.

"I spick and spock and enter the lock with my tiny dangling key. Spig and gorb I mork the fork in which I feast on my ever growing meal."

Before his chant had subside Goob was interrupted with a chattering shake. His ship recede to only that which which bekons the wave.

From deep within the sky had a giant quaking Scrote fallen. Breaking the clouds above...

Only then was his reign secured.  



the scrote speaks from the darkness:


*in destinguishable language*

The Laden Crop Chapter 1: The Sea Farmer

Chapter 2: Burst and Dripping

A quake rips forth from within the pond of Women, Goob knows not what he could behold. Their flopping useless assemblage births forth a majestic swine. A swine more useful than even Jonadan himself.

"I am Hema huntress of this soggy flock. Dare you challenge me to gander the fruit of my orchard?" She spoke, her lips crackled and rigid.

"I am the rock, I refuse this flock. I'm here and there, Goobs everywhere." Goob threw down one hefty jive, then spoke of his secret wealth. This heaving fury from beyond the stars. He would become a mighty king with just one reach around that Hema could provide. He needed to remove the Meandering one from his stance upon the floppy drapes.

He bend over and squirt the last of his flotsam upon the stone chamber.

"Let this remind you of the tales you feast upon today." Jonadan grunted.

And with that Hema Rhoid was left to her clan. Only questions remained.

Could the Meandering King be swayed so easily?

The Laden Crop Chapter 2: Burst and Dripping

Hick (Instrumental)

The Children of the Titman are those who've been bathed in the creamy wealth of the great Titman Doo. Savior of the turkish sea and wisest of all he happily welcomes all to trounce a gob from his mighty mast. All are welcome to follow his beautiful word. Join him on facebook to hear of his great message.